The essence of Kansas was wind--
Wind in the morning, wind at noon,
Wind in the evening, wind at night.
Some days were bright and shiny
As the foil Christmas cards that rich people sent us.
Some were stormy with cumulo-nimbus clouds
That reached thousands of feet into the sky
And drove us to the basement.
Some were hot—happy for the tomatoes in the garden,
But not for me, sweating as I played under the redbud tree.
Others were so cold that even with snow-suit
and overshoes and cap and scarf,
We'd come in red-faced, drippy-nosed,
with hopes of warmth from the radiator.
Whatever the weather, the weather was good.
It was good to live in Kansas in the 1950's.
Life was safe in the family, and the wind blew.
What is the way to the place where the light is distributed,
or where the east wind is scattered upon the earth?
--Job 38:24 ESV