The sky is eternal. The Sun is scorching.
The sky is all around you in Kansas City; the sun stretches his burning face towards you and you singe whenever you leave the protection of shade.
I grew up with forests and hills and kettles and tall cityscape and never felt that the sky was close to me. No, if I wanted to look far, far away I’d climb the tower in the nearby national park or take the elevator to the top floor of a downtown building. No, in my hometown the sky was far, far away, pushed out of my reach by towering buildings and ancient trees.
When I came to Iowa the sky seemed closer somehow — it was more encompassing and I could see a horizon.
Now that I am in Kansas City, the sun is close, and hot. But I’ve never seen such large, beautiful sunsets.
I can see myself falling in love with this state.
