The air was slight and acrid, slicing through flesh and bone.  Every breath, every utterance stolen from our lips and cast into the barren, frigid abyss. And to think it’s not even technically Winter…yet. The Winter Solstice arrives in exactly one week…

  Whisper sweetly your secrets upon the breeze as you sway to and fro. A generation awaits your seeds in the soil that you sow. Oceans of grasses and native blooms grace these middle lands. Here rises the fertile prairie amongst the Oak and Hickory…