I have a dream that isn't about Jeremy but is still worth remembering. The summer before my last year of university my mom and I took a trip to the badlands and stayed there for four days, exploring as much as we could. We had saved the place we wanted to go to the most for the last day: it is a provincial park, though our province has been fighting to get it reappraised to national park status due to the rich deposits of dinosaur bones, the incredible stories it tells of the late Cretaceous period, and the fact that it is already considered a UNESCO world heritage site.
Mom and I had saved the greenest path for last, planning it just for sunset, so that the dim orange light reflected silver and bronze off of the cottonwood and willow tree leaves. The fine hairs of sagebrush glowed ghost
