Little Pasture on the Prairie

I am out walking the dogs at dusk. To my left, the western horizon is a-light with yellow and orange and red streaks. On my right, the eastern horizon is so blue it looks like an azure sea of moving water, and the grass swaying below it is yellow as lemon custard. It’s cold, but not bitter, and I walk fast. My young dogs tangle together, wrestling and barking, making their own wild games as they…