Nebraska

Nebraska– I grew up on a small farm in western Nebraska. The winters were cold and bitter but it did not stop a child. My best friend was a dog, half spaniel and half something else. I used to wander the 160 acre farm alone all day with that dog. One grey snow covered morning, I walked for some time and came to a spot a the edge of a dirt irrigation ditch. The rows of crops were now just mounds of dirt and snow, repeating one after another before me. The dog pdressed up hard against me as I sat there in the Midwest cold. I reached around and pulled him closer. There was no sound, just the mist of our breaths.