It had just stormed through the night and fresh snow covered the ground and ice hid a cold flow of the Piedra river east of Chinmney Rock below the shale shelf.
A ranch was still as it broke after dawn and the wind was gone.
There was a knock and Susano answered. He told the man, "entre, entre, come in."
The man said he couldn't stay but was sending word that family passed at nearby ignacio. The family could use some food.
Carlos Susano was my grandfather. Chimney Rock is the place where my dad was born and was a baby at this time I believe. This is also the place where Chipeta would visit his mother, my great grandma Polita Padilla escorted by Chief Ouray's warriors. That's another story though.
My grandfather called to my grandma, "Mary."
She was near already and in that moment the man had already gone.
My grandfather said he hadn't turned for but a second. My grandma hadn't seen him but heard the voice as she was working in the other room.
My grandfather grabbed his coat and boots near the door and headed for the horse he'd take to town. Grandma put together a care package and my grandpa told her there were no signs of any visitor.
Of course this didnt surprise the woman who often dreamed of things.
No one in family at ignacio knew of any word being sent.
There's a spanish word for these types of events. I cant remember specifically, but similar to anima en pena. Or, maybe that is it.
Its not traditional, its a gift. God is to be praised. He provides.
#ChimneyRock #CompanionRock
@JacobtheGamer_ Know that a lot of is true. If it is, keep it and don't inflate it, or correct it. Its a vehicle, it will need maintenance. Preventative as much as possible, other times you just have to pull into the shop.
There would much more to worry about if you refused your conscience. Don't let it weigh too heavy on you either though.
Im with you to be honest. We'll be alright. We'll get a funny look from the devil and the beautiful both.
Maybe on my own bullshit, I figure it's now part of the process.
If we're walking into the sun the shadow is behind us. If we're walking away, its in front. Its always there. The only voice it has is the one we give.
God bless you, ride it out homie.
@JackassPreacher As men, right, wrong or indifferent we'll deal with consequences later when it comes to protecting what we must.
Thanks for your service. You warriors are some fucking thing else man.
@drjenwolkin Amazing. The reactions and differences of each brain or mind to poetry is a tell. The structure and source of mystery where we make space for ourselves and others by way of expression, is common design. An architecture unique -relative to interpretation.