Coatlicue in Aztlan - Las Posadas
The woman made her way between sage and chaparral, having left no footprints in her wake. Small animals froze in the underbrush, crickets ceased their chirping. No birds flew overhead. She would make it safe for her children; they were ready to return. She had all the time in the world. The observer clambered down the makeshift ladder, dropping the last few feet before pitching face first into the dirt. [...]