Dusty toes

The red dirt around Uluru is striking.

This isn’t a true desert, and in the wet season spectacular waterfalls cascade from the giant rock.

The trees are sparse, short, and deep-rooted, tapping the groundwater.

Visiting in the dry season, I circumnavigate this rock of spiritual significance barefoot and alone.

A couple of billabongs loiter at the base, loud with frogs.

I try not to fear fellow walkers.

Written for the Six Sentence Story Prompt DUST: https://wordpress.com/reader/feeds/87522/posts/6087560227