The prairie sky is grander than our puny schedules, plans, goals, directions ~ when clouds gather and become the dome above us, magic happens. Today clouds gathered behind my clear view. They swirled and flexed their muscles, becoming gray and grayer, with patches and wisps of white ~ that clear sky had no choice but to let them come,
bringing thunder, winds and rain and
when finished with their tantrums
leaving us with clear skies at sunset.
“After sunset on the prairie, there are only stars.”
~ Carl Sandburg
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