Hayride. Grandparents’ farm.  Kansas.  Fall.  Hot?  Maybe still, during the heat of day but cool, crisp-as-astringent this night.  Smell of hay.  Tractor, not horse, pulling.  Going from farm to farm to farm.  P/u kids.  Yes, the fall air is sharp. A blanket welcome.  Stars are huge all over the sky.  City life in Wichita never … Continue reading Hayride →