Seventh Inning Stretch
I guess it's a form of simile. 7th inning stretch may refer specifically to baseball, but it is July, the seventh month of the year, and the shadows are stretched across the entirety of the canyon mouth above the dam and are racing up the mountainsides across the way. I'm not sure if it was still the 6:00 hour, or if it had crossed the boundary of seven o'clock by the time i reached this overlook. Taking a moment, i watched the shadow work on the furrows it has taken generations to scratch into the slopes of nearby ridges, and examined a much smaller fissure at my feet, discovered a pair of safety glasses, and contributed to the rusty pieces collection (the rusty / dusty rod at my foot). Those three jokers are always somewhere along the base of the dam, their local hang our, i guess. Mostly they just seem to hang out; i'm unable to decipher their conversation, but suspect it has to do with something other than the daily summer heat. " ...There was fear in the pit o...
