The day opened up so wide with the mornings light; the winds had started vociferously and made their way across the state, almost as quickly as daylight had come itself, rushing, flying, turning the western skies brown and white and clear again.
Living its life as if the wind were its body and mind, stirring and thriving through the Great Plains, whipping it up, carrying it down and down to the hills and valleys, wrapping itself around the Green Country, bringing forth the beginning and the end of daylight .
Even the flowers that bloomed with the heat the wind had carried across, at the end of the day, wrapped their blooms around themselves, and held out for the wind to lay itself soft against the evening.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Ralph Peck
Waiting on The Wind to Lay
Claremore, Oklahoma
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