He always thought that only mountains could be beautiful. I heard him proclaim it. Yes, proclaim is exactly what he did when he spoke of them. He found his own thoughts worthy of public decree. He’d announce that flat lands had their use, but then ask what possible beauty could a man proud as he ever find in a place with flat air?No matter the metaphor I couldn’t convey the lovely feeling and the wide open space of the grassland without trees only blue skies above it. The green is so green and blue so blue, that the clouds must show off for fear of being thought to be boring.
So today as I lay back in the grass that is wide as the world, I watch the cloud ballet and think of the adventures, of the characters we might have invented had we lived here when we were children.
I laze on the grass, enjoying, breathing in every minute. I drink the gratitude for a world that is like this. I’m particularly glad I had the good sense to quit dating that proclaiming brat before college was over.
−me strauss Letting me be
4 comments:
I can think of some other people who are also glad you stopped dating that proclaiming brat. :)
Truthfully, I find it challenging to see beauty in the flatlands. I come from a landscape of mountains, forests and water. Driving through the flat prairies causes a visceral reaction of feeling naked, exposed, vulnerable - no place to hide. Guess that says something about me, huh?
Hi Dawn,
Your first sente I can think of some other people . . . started me with a laugh.
I thoght about that when I wrote this. I thought that you need a friend and a tenderloin sandwich to go there with. :)
A friend and a tenderloin sandwich would definitely make travelling through the prairie worthwhile. :)
Hey, hey,
I thought that might be the ticket!
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