All that flatness makes for sturdy souls. Souls you can count on. All those clear blue eyes. And somehow it is not monotonous like this blue lake green tree stuff here in Canada. America the Beautiful has amber waves of grain cut with a strip of yellow sunflower faces drooping heavy with seed.
Grain elevators loom like mirages of high-rise office buildings in the distance.
Great spirals of green straw lie at regular intervals in stubbled crewcuts of hayfields. I longed for stability, for certainty, for simplicity. I longed for reliability. I would go work in the garage at the Portal gas station. They'd offered me a job.