Wedge of Wheat | Stratford, WA |2013
Even with the truck running, I could hear the wheat field’s whispered warning: Storm coming. First winds of a dark front, pushing in from Canada, caressed the wheat heads in a rolling wave. Stalk scraping against stalk sounded like one long continual “shush” — the crop itself telling me to be still, be quiet, just be. I stepped to the field’s edge and gave myself to the approaching weather: wind, clouds, cold, and a last gasp of golden light fading to blue-gray. Mice scurried, hawks hovered, huge spiraling dust devils raised Earth to Sky. The storm gathered strength and Mother Nature spoke: “Get in the truck, you damn fool. It’s going to rain.”
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