Perhaps it was the age I was
at, 24 or so,
in the Army -- and uncertain of everything, except certain -- or so I thought -- in my knowing of nothing about my future
or the meaning of anything. The chances for the open road
were spectacular and memorable. And I was very
much struck by the intensity, the inner something, of the scenery surrounding Colorado Springs
in all directions.
It was an intensity that I had never experienced
before, and that I have seldom felt since.
This view was east of the city along a dirt road heading miles
and miles stretching east toward Kansas, toward somewhere.
Clouds had begun to form.
Perhaps much later on that very day decades ago lightning and hail would
be hitting the High Plains.