Memories of Warmth and Bounty

It’s 1:35 am on a Thursday morning. I lost the will to do anything useful several hours back, but I had planned to stay until Neha leaves so that we can share a cab (since she lives near me). The cold concrete floor, covered only by a thing layer of carpet (the kind I associate with churches), has sucked all of the warmth out of my feet.

So I have been combing through pictures of times when my feet were not so cold, and I was not so far from home.

In my memory, the sunlight is warm and plentiful. It is solid and can be scooped up to hold in your hand:

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It pools into blossoms and fruit

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The world stretches and spreads to embrace it

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And in the warm of the afternoon you relish the bounty

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The combines roar

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And as the sun sinks and the swallows swoop above the fields (catching dinner that looks like dancing)

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the world dissolves in the rustling of wheat and the symphony of insects.

giant at sunset

Oklahoma. My heart belongs to your wind, your wheat, your sky.

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Memories of Warmth and Bounty

2 thoughts on “Memories of Warmth and Bounty

    1. rachelshadoan says:

      It’s true. We’ll be home just in time for the wheat harvest, ready to watch the thunderstorms roll in off the planes. Amazing.

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