Open skies beckon in something broader. I can feel it as the wind whips past me. This whispers, secrets and prayers it carries weigh it down, making it heavy and dense. The grasses sway and lay flat against the rich earth in which it grows. The creek burbles and glistens in the golden hour light that burns in the afternoon sky. I breathe in tandem with the setting of the sun. Arms stretched high to meet the clouds and the approach of purple and indigo in the end of days sky.