“I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air , or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.” My Antonia, by Willa Cather
I know this feeling well. I was rather surprised by how much these words struck me. Despite growing up in a high mountain valley, this high short-grass prairie I have moved to feels like home. I wonder why.