“Where the great plains begin”, as the song goes, so I must have hit the 100th Meridian.
It snuck up quicker than I thought. Oh there were some signs: the vegetation got thinner, the trees shorter, fewer lakes around every turn of the tracks, and then all of a sudden…
not?
You were someplace different, and if you blinked you’d miss it. Teleportation. Suddenly you’re awake in a different time, a different place.
The scrub of the untamed prairies. Small dotted farms at the edge of the forest, peeking through. The dividing line intermingled enough that you can’t tell which side is winning.
But in the distance, the horizon expands to fill your view, and you know you’re headed someplace different. Something new, something exciting.
