The line of large suburban homes sits on the horizon, kept at bay by the foresight and protection of the Springfield Park District. This protected prairie grass preserve has gripped me and just keeps calling me back, even after a night of rain and the promise of muddy trails.
I traipsed the trails and got just a bit of mud on my boots. They’ll survive and I had another morning of watching the sun paint the prairie with shades of sunlight.
Yes, the sky was that blue.
Except for the signs of encroaching humanity, I was alone with the wind and the sun and prairie.
A wonderful place to walk.