The Toaster

    This is my home. Well, not necessarily my house, but this landscape is what surrounds my house. My friend and I took what we call The Toaster (the vehicle shown in the picture) to the forests of northwest Arkansas to just explore, get lost, and then get found. 

    It was a windy day with a breeze coming from the northwest cooling off the landscape, which I was thankful for due to the sparsity of shady clouds. It has been fairly cool lately in the early Arkansas October, but today was abnormally warm, again making me thankful for the breeze. I have always been the person to stick my head out the window when driving down a backroad--I stick my tongue out and everything. I like the feeling of the wind rushing through my hair and the smell of the fresh air from the land around me. It is exciting, but I still feel safe while doing it. It is like a small rollercoaster that spends most of its time in a garage. I am saying all of this to explain one thing: I like the wind. 

    

    I think the trees also like the wind. We really bonded this trip because while the wind blew my hair around, it also blew the tree's leaves around. When we are high enough on the mountain, I can see over the rolling mountains of Arkansas and the thousands of trees that are growing below me. This is where the wind looks the coolest because I can see the wind pass over the land, one tree at a time. Just when a soccer player on the field causes the fans to do the wave across the stadium, the wind causes the trees to sway in one swift pull across the mountainscape. I like to imagine them giving a sigh of relief as the get refreshed from the cool wind blowing through their branches under the hot, baking sun. 

    Wind. It is truly a beautiful concept, isn't it? Something you can never see, but can always see and feel its effects.