This image appeared in my mind when I went searching inside my Red rock dream. Before a nap one day, laying down, I did some imaginary time traveling. I imagined what it would be like to live in that place and time. Among the Red rock canyon walls and in a stone house. I would probably be up early before the sunrise on some days walking around and thinking of something beyond our tribes boundaries. I seen some pottery sitting on the stone roof tops and I looked inside. Corn and beans. Grains and some tea and other mixes that I didn’t recognize because it got darker as the stone roof top went on. No one was awake yet. I left the pottery alone and walked back out to the front of the house. I seen the sun rise hit the corn and beans pottery first. The light looked like glitter off the side of one of the pottery. I understood what was happening. The corn and grains were being dried for storage. Prepping for winter maybe? I opened my eyes and smiled. I knew what I had to do.