Sundown in the Paris of the prairies

Shawshank, August 1, 2020August 1, 2020

Another day done. About the only thing I really did today was walk down to the grocery store to pick up the local newspaper. It comes out every Friday, but I was actually busy yesterday and didn't have the time to pick it up before the town rolled up the sidewalks.

That's Main St, by the way. Facing towards my parents house. Like I've said, it's a cute little TinyTown. I gone from not waving at anyone, to waving, not as a 5 year old in the back seat of a car to a truck driver, but just a simple wave to people driving by.

At night though, this place seems to come alive. If you listen really closely, there's a cow that moos around here somewhere. There's lightning shows, and the sky is gorgeous. But like I said, at 6 pm, the town is closed. Minus the two bars. Sunday's, the grocery store doesn't even open. Crazy!

Flat. And straight. As far as the eye can see. But, look at them clouds. Gorgeous. I can't even say I miss the mountains. I miss the ocean I think. But now that I am thinking about it. The ocean is kinda overrated.

I hear cows. Don't laugh. I'm not crazy. I heard me last night, and it was very quiet this evening, and I heard them again. I think they're somewhere in the above photo. I will find these damn cows. One day. Mark me. I'll find them.

Life