The rain had stopped and everything around me was awash in vivid color. It was art festival day in this small town out west and everyone was out celebrating. I walked into the covered tents and surveyed the wears of the local artists. The air was still inside the tents and there was nothing but the heat of the sun beating down on the covers to let me know I was still outside.
As I passed the trinkets and knick knacks something pink caught my eye. It was a dream catcher. The dream catcher was pink and formed in the shape of a heart. The frame was metal and was lined with pink yarn. The soft artwork contained dangling feathers and metal stars in its web work. I looked at the price tag and it was twenty four ninety nine. I knew it wasn't a traditional dream catcher, it was something meant for tourists, but I knew my little sister would love this.
The table belonged to someone who I believe was a Lakota- Sioux woman. She had a beautiful eagle feath