Snow ocean
April 12, 2010Too flat for sledding, she thought as she dragged a snow tube to the center of the field and lay down in it. She had moved to the cold center of the continent without realizing the magnitude of the trade: here, there was only a snow ocean, and the only sand crunched underneath her boots and tires.
She stared up at the milky sky, heels dug into the drifts beneath her. She imagined driving in a straight line toward either coast until the water accepted her back like a prodigal daughter.
100 Proof 
This reminds me of the Willa Cather character (somewhere, I can’t seem to find it now) wondering what in the world made her ancestors stop in the middle of the plains to settle, when there was an ocean awaiting them at the edge of the country.
Beautiful, as always.
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Ashleigh, I’ll have to look out for that character — sounds like a bit of a kindred spirit. And thank you for your comment.