Grasses 2

If I had to choose one memory from childhood that overpowers every other one, it would be sitting in the deep native prairie grass feeling the hot wind stir things up.  My waist long hair would blow and mingle with these ancient grasses that nourished centuries of animals, most long gone.  The prairie wind is absolute magic.  And it truly is hot.  Simple as it sounds, this experience is worth putting on your bucket list;)