Meerkats: A Kalahari Morning VignetteA vague thread of milky scarlet carressed the eastern horizon, the sun still shyly lingering behind the accumulation of sand and miscellaneous debris- a dune, the desert's mountain. A tender breeze sang, kissing the sandy hills to force their shells to ance, making their exteror visage appear organic by the thin veil of sand whisping over their summits.Meerkats: A Kalahari Morning Vignette3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Nature had unleashed a feral tempest the night fallen behind, and its aftermath was conspicuous in promiscuously-scattered culminations of water resting in between the boughs of risen sand. But not only that- the camelthorns radiated and glimmered with the dew that ornamented them all around, morphing them into crystalline wonders. Although for now, this astounding show of light was obscure, for the sunshine was putting itself to no haste to drag its mass higher into the heavens.
But the vast star was nevertheless making progress. By now, precisely a quarter of an orb of brilliant red tickled