Sky Moods

I'm a prairie chicken. I was born and grew up in southern Kansas where the sky was all around you. I could see for miles in every direction, and to this day, I feel crowded when I cannot see a lot of sky. My city friends rarely looked up. In the city or in the woods, things happen suddenly. On the prairie, more often, you see what is coming, and with help so far away, you had better pay attention. We didn't have the weather man to warn us.

Prairie people are always aware of the sky. I learned to check the sky contantly. My mother read the sky very well, and sometimes our very lives depended on that. It was not unusual to be dragged out of a sound sleep to wake up on your way to the cellar along with all the grim faced adults.

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