Casting Lot

People are the stones of destiny, scattered in castes across a jewel in a night sky, lost in patterns of myth and legend. 

A Shepherd came looking for His sheep.

I grew up with sheep under a night sky. My job was to herd them through the brush without letting them wander into the wash, what we called the arroyo by our house.

Escaping the Arroyo... 

Message received, by the way. 

But where was I? Deep in a pink thought, perhaps. Maybe I'll finish it later.