A footprint in the sand.....

I was so excited to look for the mustang family that I decided to quietly drive down the wash in hopes that I could find them around a bend.  What I found was a quiet path of hoof prints instead.  Interestingly, as I drove I noted that there was the very rocky wash that I drove in and then a sandy path that paralleled, with only hoof prints..While I never found the mustang family on that trip, I did enjoy the quiet reminder

that they are out there and just unseen....

From reverence to mayhem and laughter.....Seeing my clients for med visits consisted of a blessed brown tarp protecting us from the pelting hailstorm....We all looked at one another at one point and asked, "Really, really.....It's middle of May!"