the plains have my imagination

the last two books i read were about the spaces in between spaces, the literal ones, the plains. set in colorado, the first novel coasted on the precipice of something deep, of qualities unmasked by an exterior roughened, yet shadowed by an emotional content of which the characters were unprepared to express. the second novel delved into the tragedies that define and envelope those who inhabit a small nebraskan town.

coincidentally, these two depictions of life on the prairie are surfacing in my own life, as i travel to colorado to meet with those from the heartland, and to visit a new friend who lives in a community where the library is the only non-residential building in town.

what luck to have these thoughts as my travel companions.