Silky country music twangs away on the radio.

Tufts of sepia and purple-tinged clumps of grasses spring up from the coffee-colored patches of smooth dirt which make up the ground

as wispy gunmetal clouds flaot aimlessly across the sky, forming elegant, fluffy loops

and a delicate blush spreasds across the horizon. 

In the distance, white tin roofs and the black speckled forms of cattle dot the landscape.

Farming equipment which I cannot name rolls steadily over the hills--

silent golems protecting what belongs to them. 

The smoky outline of the mountains line the borders of the landscape

like the delicate ashen smudge that rims a woman's eyes. 

The occasional shimmer of light glancing off a pearlescent lake winks in the fading sunlight

as though the milky white of an eye lies

unblinking in the verdant grass.