While Josh and I were preparing for our trip to Kansas, I tried to convince him that Dorothy's home state could actually be quite beautiful, rather than the vast, flat wasteland he was imagining. I lamented that we would not be going in the summertime, right before harvest, when the amber waves of grain would be in bloom. What I hated most was that he would miss seeing the fields of sunflowers, tall and beautiful like an antihistamine commercial where no one ever has to sneeze.
But no, we went in October, when the predominant color was brown.
We were driving past a field one evening when the crops changed from harvested wheat to something else. "Wait, what are - oh NOOOOOOOO!"
And of course, this was beautiful, too. Just in a tragic and heartbreaking sort of way, like an antihistamine commercial where someone dies young from not taking their medicine.
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