Sometimes it is just nice to get away from the city life. Koby and I decided one afternoon this weekend to venture out to the countryside. The blustery winds that dance across the vast open land differ from the seemingly tornadic ones that we normally dread from downtown. The dust bowl country has its perks, no doubt. Tumbleweeds wander aimlessly across an open expanse of stark beauty that people would not be able to enjoy in place where buildings and residences loom. Dormant grasses roll on for miles like a glistening, golden sea. Barns etched with old tales are the only man-made landmarks that the eye can capture. The dust bowl country can be mistaken as a formless land littered with lonely hearts, but really it’s a place that draws families closer, that makes neighbors that more appreciated, and where working for a dime is much harder.