5. The Rains of Kansas


A car driver's view of a sprawling city from the freeway with the plains of Kansas in the background, dark grey storm clouds gathering ominously in the wide blue sky.

The rains of Kansas smell like wet leather and agriculture. In the winter all you can smell is frost.

Half my life ago I was a boy and I left the plains for a grander life in the city. But the prairie breeze never left the boy.

You don’t travel here so much as drift. Sky so big you can hide forever, and a lifetime away the horizon waits patiently for you. All the things inside of me are so much nearer than I admit (at least to myself).

It’s true that I recognize the dirt roads and the familiar smell of wheat but this place isn’t my home and neither is anywhere else that can be seen from a rearview mirror.