Prairies 2

Snow, tall against the shoulder of the highway. The secret of the prairies gathering strength behind the cold blockade. Will anyone stop and climb the ridge, if only to stare at the sweep of unmarked land and wonder why they cannot cross it? Soon the walls will melt. Water will flood the road and the grass will puncture into view. And we'll drive past, able to see again, still feeling unwelcome, and struggling to define why.