Being Cheyenne

Waking in obscurity, the sun not yet lighting the where the land meets the sky, I fabricate the fire and start my work for the afternoon. I step in line adjacent to my sister in law as we walk the way down to the stream to start gathering water for the afternoon. Every day since we have come here the earth along the way has become smoother, pummeled by the reiteration of our feet as we ladies come day by day to draw from the water source.When we again proceed onward to follow the crowds as the season changes, the smooth spread will be deserted to be gulped again ordinarily. It has been our way for a little league however has consistently had a place with nature, who will recover it once we are no more. Despite the fact that every day we walk together, the early morning stroll to the stream is to a great extent quiet as we each think about the day by day errands ahead. At the beginning of today, I immediately run over my assignments for the afternoon, permitting additional opportunity to help set up the wild ox if the chase is successful.A fruitful chase implies more work today yet true serenity also since I realize we won't do without. Until further notice however, my assignment is basic †to accumulate the water as I do each morning. The primary thing I do today, as I happen upon the stream is to step out of the ragged sandals that will encase my feet for the remainder of the day and let the cool water surge between my toes. It is here that I watch the sun start to shading the sky, changing from dim to day.Between the water required for cooking and cleaning, there will be a few excursions early today to the stream. On the third excursion to the stream, I hear the sprinkling of the young men washing and playing at being warriors and start to hustle. My sister-in-law is no longer close by yet back alongside her own fire, setting up the morning supper. I hustle up the way seeing that the camp is presently completely conscious, as my two young men surge past, anxious for a full midsection before going to keep an eye on the ponies.