Feeling Alive

It is true I love the beauty of the Flint Hills in summer, so rolling green dotted with flashes of wildflowers. But, I also love the Fall with deep reds, tans in the grass and sunflower yellows and Winter with frosty whites and wonderland snows.    Yet, what I love most about the Hills is it is a place to encounter silence. It is where in silence and solitude, surrounded by nature, I am most aware of feeling that I am alive and least aware of time.

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