As I open the door of my car, the beetle rushes by. It hobbles over the pebbles baked into the asphalt, speeding over the yellow parking line and retreating into the shade. On the hillside—brushing against the edges of the parking lot—sagebrush and sunflowers stand among faded yellow grasses under rolls of clouds. A strong breeze rustles the trees along the Snake River. They say you can hear the Lower Granite Dam hum, but the chirping crickets in the deep green swath of the park drown it out.
crickets chirp
a community underneath
Snake River
November 6, 2020
Aidan Barger is an EcoArts Intern and a Creative Writing Major. See his full profile here.