Skies That Start At Your Feet

The bleached white rocks crunched under foot as I walked down the road. A layer of rock had recently been added to cover the clay earth that would turn into slick and undriveable muck with every rain. On either side were waist-high green wheat fields that moved musically with the wind. Nebraska has sky that starts at your feet and rolls above you in blue. When the afternoon thunderstorms come the thunder heads boil white, thousands of feet into that sky. I stood in the middle of the white road, white clouds rising upwards into cobalt blue sky while the green wheat danced. Bayard, Nebraska