I love colors, and deep contrast. Perhaps because they understand me. I mirror them. We get each other.
Now, peering out the window of this train and seeing the vastness of the prairies, the silos, and quiet lives, there is one thing that sings to my heart.
I see a blanket of snow covering the farms. Sprouting through is a patch of tall, red, vibrant prairie grass. It sings to my soul; the color pushing out of the colorless; the life overcoming the death; the vastness of each, the importance of each, and the beauty of each - next to each other. Beyond what it seems, they are not at odds with each other. They are working together, singing to the dark night of my soul.
