The wind has changed, temperature dropped, and nightfall is coming.
Heading home this evening, the howling wind reminded me of a similar scenario five years ago.
Along the Flint Hills of Kansas I drove my parents car to an interview at a large high school. I couldn’t afford fuel for my truck, and I was desperately searching for a school. Through the barren fields I drove. Five hours to the destination and five hours home, with an hour interview between.
The winter wheat was red, sky gray, and truly the world felt apocalyptic as the wind howled. Merely a memory now, but a fearful sensation at the time.
Life has moved on from that depressing journey, and maybe…just maybe…this coming week will grant peace to that failed endeavour.