Explore the prairie fields.

These pictures were taken in early May, right before the prairie fields were woken up by the rain. It was dry and the air was still deciding if summer was going to come. I felt like an adventurer seeking happiness beside the wild brush. It was a good feeling, a feeling I wish to have more often. I wanted to stay on the hill, gazing and bending for every small purple flower but time has a funny way of making you go home. (Even when you don't want to). If only I were an explorer and my home was on the road. . . If only my family and all those familiar scents of our house could travel with me. . . . Happiness. ...