Cracks

It has been so dry here for days and days.  The air smells musky and the wind blows hot dirt in your face. My eyes are dry, my skin, my mouth. I am dreaming of how it smells in Maine.  The moist air off the water like a salt water taffy melting in your mouth. Sweet and salty. The best.

Just look at this dry Nebraskan earth cracking open, hungry for water.