The sun is up, though not by much, and a ways off from us there’s a spray plane with headlights on. I’ve never seen that. It’s cool, the plane silhouetted against the not-quite-bright sky and the very bright lamps on its nose. It’s the seventh day of school, and it’s already hard to get peopleContinue reading “Miscellaneous commentary from me, Karen.”
This Prairie Life. 