I grow tense as I distance myself. Spaces, places grow disparate and my attachment to them stresses.

Panic, anxiety, evaluation of the self and then a hint of Saskatchewan. The prairies and its solitude bring calm.

Back to basics, to roots and land and simplicity. I’m liberated with the endless skies, prairie stretches and the familiarity of dried grasses, bushes and branches. I think of those few who know what I’m talking about, some incurring nostalgia, some causing pangs and all sharing the magic.