Kansas Summer Highway

The sun skips across the Kansas summer sky as Flint hills run in waves around the horizon. The Kansas wind scampers around the tall grass causing leaves, twigs and garbage to roll across the prairie fusing to timeworn wooden fence posts. A stretch of murky tape unrolls to just over the next ridge. Every time the next hill is crested it rolls itself out just a little bit more. The gilded prairie grass fox-trots in the wind. While scattered bleak patches every few miles signal the season’s burning has begun. The wearisome on and on of the straight highway can lead you to a fog through which you miss all the subtle differences within a Kansas Landscape.