the scenery isn’t unique… drive anywhere away from the mountains, the ocean, the city and the scene will be the same. wide expanses of openness fill the horizon as far as the eye can see, fields of grain wave to the ever present wind, and the playful clouds hang suspended above my head. i’ve seen the same views around the world, but it feels different here. the kansas plains connect to a core of who i am and remind me i am home.

the kansas plains are unassuming and unpretentious. they host roads which don’t ask me to drive faster nor contain traffic which requires me to drive slower. they grant me to permission to weave between their boundaries and live within their presence without question. they simply exist in the stillness of those who’ve come before me and those who will follow. i am but a dot in their history and recognize my smallness in their humble expanse. no place else have i been given so much yet expected nothing in return. without intending to, the plains of kansas have taught me to be still… i’ve learned from them what it means to simply be and what it feels like to come home.

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