Little Pasture on the Prairie

July 25th, 2010. Somewhere in South Dakota “I am sitting on a hillside somewhere in South Dakota. The wind is blowing hard and smells sweet, but the sun is so hot I feel like I am being baked like a loaf of bread. I take a deep breath and it feels like the first breath I have ever taken.” I came across this entry in an old journal a few years ago. It was written long bef...