Thomas Doty – Storyteller

Siskiyou Pass

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Twilight at Willow Creek

Indian summer twilight orange and lavender. I walk the turns of Willow creek, upstream from Clear Lake. Through sagebrush and juniper, coyotes traipse the desert canyon, singing the stars alive.

From the creek I hear a slapping sort of splash. And another. Then furry heads appear and a family of beavers glides downstream toward the lake. Their flat tails slap warnings of my presence. They flash their teeth. Their swimming leaves an arrow of orange and lavender ripples, pointed toward the sunset.

The beavers disappear. Coyotes sing beyond the twilight. I walk upstream toward stars that flicker and dance and splash the desert sky.