Priceless
In Washington the pine trees are thin and tucked together so tight that if you threw a handful of sand into a patch of them, not one grain of sand would hit the ground without first making contact with one.
In South Dakota the clouds hang like they’re on hooks. They dangle and it feels as if you can touch them like toys that hang over an infant’s crib.
In Texas the trains crawl off in the distance of the freeway and if it weren’t for the bright colors of the engine car, you could mistake them for a band of sedimentary stone in the hills and mountains.
