Mojave Desert Dinosaur Slab by KirbyniferousRegret
There was a moment, maybe just a few seconds long, where, in the darkness below a swirling, shimmering sky, the three track-makers nearly converged, their bodies close, untouching but near enough that in the daylight it would be unnerving; however, in that inky dimness, bodies became mere shadows and sounds, breaths mostly, plus the padding of wet footsteps across mud, leaving the only traces of the congregation to dry in the morning sun.















