Prairie Dogged

“When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side. Not a tree nor a house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached the edge of the sky in all directions.” – L. Frank Baum, 1900

We’re not in Kansas anymore. If we were, we too would be able to see the Prairie. But our View is obstructed. So is our breathing. We need air. Fortunately, breathing room is plentiful on the expanse of flat, open grasslands common in the central United States.

We’ll get the air we require when another letter roams the prairie. If that vowel arrives, survival is imminent. Otherwise, we don’t have a prayer … because we don’t have a prairie.

Save us, i. Show up. Come into view. Come into Prairie View. It’s where you reside. It’s where you belong. And, as we know, there’s no place like home.