The Little People

It's day time and the little people are sleeping. Shadows grow longer and the sun continues it's travel southwest. Evening comes and little people stir. The sun falls behind Dead Horse Point and little people are stretching, sensing the air outside their dens for any indication of a predator before emerging. With darkness the first planets are visible. Stars fill the sky, so many that if one falls another takes it's place. It's quiet, all quiet, everywhere. The little people are gathering around Base Camp and some of them are pretty funny. Cometh the hot dogs.