Too Verbose, Too Verbose To Quit

This blogging thing is new to me, and after a couple days i feel a little bit like this:

So in the interest of keeping everybody’s interest (my own, most of all)

from now on – with a bit more brevity.

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The above sentiment, it’s clear to me now, is the work of Kansas.

Driving through and looking at mile after mile of flat brown fields doesn’t take long to get boring. So i decide to stop looking at them, and am immediately stunned into a state of awed silence.

Driving through Kansas is not about the land; it’s about the SKY. The sky is blue and breathtakingly vast. It comes right down to the earth, all the way around, as far as the eye can see. No shadows or hills, no buildings or trees blocking the view, i can see for miles and miles from a tiny pair of eyes in a small body traveling in a little car on a narrow road cutting through an unfathomably immeasurable terrain.

the silence goes on clearing my head, as my being drinks in the sensations.

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Birds of prey circle with deadly effortlessness on the invisible vortices that keep them aloft. Hawks so large I can see the nostrils on their beaks from 40 feet away. A soaring bald eagle, not flying but flown by the wind. murmurations of flocks of smaller birds fluttering into and out of trees evoke swells of emotion.

With nothing around to block the winds, their power is much more palpable. The birds are their symbiotic messengers, drawing from the power but also dependent upon it.

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I zig through wichita, and zag back towards Hays. The purpling sky slowly gives way to darkness. Crawling northwest on a 2 lane road, i am an ant, a small sphere of headlights in a vast sea of darkness.

Denver tomorrow?

yours truly,