Years ago I was up in Grande Prairie on the 7th floor of the Cheapskate Hotel on the edge of town. I got to watch a storm like this come rolling across the prairie, and it was the most inspiring thing I ever saw. I opened the windows and the wind blew the smell of the fields into my tiny hotel room.
And then the rain began to fall.
Oh, this is splendid Glen.
ReplyDeleteBales are always inspiring.
ReplyDeleteHey how's life treating you these days, BW? This summer I have sworn that I am going down south - like almost on the border - to experience the real desolate places for myself. For some reason of late, I am craving big skies, distant horizons, and plains...
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