As the Deer Pants for Water

As the Deer Pants for Water In August the hot sun scorches the earth.  The brittle grass browns and breaks.  Moisture-starved leaves yellow and flutter to the ground.  The baked earth, cracked in every direction, cries for rain.  Insects buzz in erratic dances—nothing else moves.  The stifling heat rises in nearly invisible waves. Safe inContinue reading “As the Deer Pants for Water”