You can stand on a high point in the town I came from and see to the horizon in every direction. The wind sweeps across the land virtually unimpeded. When you look up at a night sky it reminds you how very small you are in the vastness of creation. You are of the humble soil on the prairie, and the breathe of infinity blows through your hair.

I’m sure that people who are from other types of places feel the same things sometimes in the ways that their part of the world speaks to them. Maybe when you’re on the fire escape in New York and you can hear the cacophony of humanity at all hours of the day and night it’s the same kind of thing. I didn’t live that, so I don’t feel it in the bones the way I do when I think of Kansas on a clear night. Where I live now is similar, but not the same. It’s not as level and vast. You can see the edges, the crinkles of the world sometimes. The distant purple of the mountains obstructs your view on the clearest days. Of course I can’t see that far anymore, but there was a time when I could. I’ve never seen the ocean, but I bet it’s like looking across the flat land in some ways. Of course the land never rises up to get you, but the wind comes down to swat at you from time to time, so everyone has to be aware of environmental hazards in their own way too. XD

Another week is drawing to a close. I hope I improved your journey in some small way. Take a moment to be a small human in a wide world this weekend. It helps keep you humble. See you on Monday.

2976 Bridgette Hanna Baxter.

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