Sundogs

I wish I would have taken my camera with me this morning. As I turned to the east under the clear blue sky, I saw the sun was rising over the prairie flanked by her hounds. The sundogs were out, crisp and bright.

I know the physics involved with this phenomenon...how they are formed by the reflections and refractions of light through the prismatic crystals of ice vapor in the air...but...there is something so...primodal about seeing the sundogs floating in the sky, the focal points as bright as the sun.

There is a dose of aboriginal blood in my heritage, an arctic people that lived with the land and the weather for tens of thousands of years. There is a story of the sundogs and how they are hunters for the sun...going out and finding the food the sun needs to survive. Because of this, the people believes that when the sundogs are out its a good time to both hunt and watch for animal hunters.

Today, I think, I'll not so much hunt, but, I'll be at peace and wary of my students since they're on a hunt of their own...

Peace.