YOu are the main character in the story you wish you were living. Write it. And name a piece of music that is to be playing in the background as we read it, music helps set the tone.
Background music, Old Man, by Neil Young.
She steps onto the wooden floor boards outside the front door. A fine coating of blown dust has settled on everything. THe pale yellow prairie grass bends in the friendly, warm morning breeze. THe air smells hot, like hay, the buzz of bugs a background hum. THe low overhead roof provides shade and shelter but a few steps forward and the vista opens up like the pages of a bible, the work of God writ large. Miles of layered land, plateaus and coulees with the thin trickle of precious water. Red orange rock polished smooth by blowing sand. A tumbleweed bounces on its way to nowhere and an eagle screes overhead.
The shuffle and call of cattle raises a little dust that moves off into the valley and she wanders over to the peeled pole corral that keeps the few dogies. Their long lashes look up at her.
"I know, I know, breakfast is coming soon," she says to their bawling and pushing.
The old brown dog has worked his way out from under the dust covered Chevy parked beside the barn and hobbled over on his crookedy legs to stand at her side and wag his tail. She leans down to give him a scratch. They wander to the hen house where a few lazy hens peck with slow disinterest at the dry ground. She slips a few warm eggs in her pocket. A call from the house reaches her ears.
"Got coffee and biscuits, come on while they're hot."
She stops by the faded blue pump handle and careful of the eggs in her pocket, gives it a few strong swings. Water flows out the spout into a gutter and then to the trough in the horse pen. The horses look but do not move. Flies are starting to hover as the temperature picks up, the breeze still smelling of heat and hay. With hand raised to brow she takes a long look around. Earth, air and God as far as the eye can see.
"Let's go get a biscuit," she says to the old dog who wags his agreement.
THe screen door snaps shut behind them, an eagle screes overhead, coffee is poured. Let the day begin.
Background music, Old Man, by Neil Young.
She steps onto the wooden floor boards outside the front door. A fine coating of blown dust has settled on everything. THe pale yellow prairie grass bends in the friendly, warm morning breeze. THe air smells hot, like hay, the buzz of bugs a background hum. THe low overhead roof provides shade and shelter but a few steps forward and the vista opens up like the pages of a bible, the work of God writ large. Miles of layered land, plateaus and coulees with the thin trickle of precious water. Red orange rock polished smooth by blowing sand. A tumbleweed bounces on its way to nowhere and an eagle screes overhead.
The shuffle and call of cattle raises a little dust that moves off into the valley and she wanders over to the peeled pole corral that keeps the few dogies. Their long lashes look up at her.
"I know, I know, breakfast is coming soon," she says to their bawling and pushing.
The old brown dog has worked his way out from under the dust covered Chevy parked beside the barn and hobbled over on his crookedy legs to stand at her side and wag his tail. She leans down to give him a scratch. They wander to the hen house where a few lazy hens peck with slow disinterest at the dry ground. She slips a few warm eggs in her pocket. A call from the house reaches her ears.
"Got coffee and biscuits, come on while they're hot."
She stops by the faded blue pump handle and careful of the eggs in her pocket, gives it a few strong swings. Water flows out the spout into a gutter and then to the trough in the horse pen. The horses look but do not move. Flies are starting to hover as the temperature picks up, the breeze still smelling of heat and hay. With hand raised to brow she takes a long look around. Earth, air and God as far as the eye can see.
"Let's go get a biscuit," she says to the old dog who wags his agreement.
THe screen door snaps shut behind them, an eagle screes overhead, coffee is poured. Let the day begin.