With grace she adorned her head with a scarf and as customary she put on her best turquoise. It gives her not only beauty but protection as the stories tell. She was stoic and her smile was sweet and non assuming. Her tan skin was wrinkled from the years living and working hard in the sun, This very day as if young in years she would return home to look after her sheep and climb upon her horse. Why wouldn’t she it’s all she has ever known. It’s life. It’s Navajo.