You can stand on a high point in the town I came from and see to the horizon in every direction. The wind sweeps across the land virtually unimpeded. When you look up at a night sky it reminds you how very small you are in the vastness of creation. You are of the humble soil on the prairie, and the breathe of infinity blows through your hair.

I’m sure that people who are from other types of places feel the same things sometimes in the ways that their part of the world speaks to them. Maybe when you’re on the fire escape in New York and you can hear the cacophony of humanity at all hours of the day and night it’s the same kind of thing. I didn’t live that, so I don’t feel it in the bones the way I do when I think of Kansas on a clear night. Where I live now is similar, but not the same. It’s not as level and vast. You can see the edges, the crinkles of the world sometimes. The distant purple of the mountains obstructs your view on the clearest days. Of course I can’t see that far anymore, but there was a time when I could. I’ve never seen the ocean, but I bet it’s like looking across the flat land in some ways. Of course the land never rises up to get you, but the wind comes down to swat at you from time to time, so everyone has to be aware of environmental hazards in their own way too. XD

Another week is drawing to a close. I hope I improved your journey in some small way. Take a moment to be a small human in a wide world this weekend. It helps keep you humble. See you on Monday.

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I find it funny sometimes how I can randomly come across someone on the Internet that reminds me of myself so much.

So, Vicky is deceptively well developed up there, at least from the front. Bridgette Baxter? Cute name. Seems both are flirting with John. Well, Bridgette is making some obvious hints if John can notice?

I feel like both girls are throwing some bomber level hints John’s way and he doesn’t quite grasp…Or it might be he’s not sure if he should.

Yeah, when recounting your love-life woes, sometimes you *want* the listener to “comfort” you, and sometimes you don’t, and sometimes, *if they persist*, you can be persuaded.

I’m not sure this even counts as a hint; Bridgette basically just propositioned him

I think Bridgette successfully clue-by-four’d him in the last panel, we’ll have to wait and see though. But it’s never a plot hole if a guy doesn’t pick up on flirting, that just happens. Although, the only situation I suspected a lass was flirting with me in the last decade, I evaded (hopefully gently rejected without directly acknowledging it) because of a ‘don’t date coworkers’ policy

For me it was being able to stand on the first ridgelines of the Appalachian Mountains, and feeling small knowing the distance across the valley to the next ridge; and having seen the ocean I remember having that odd sense of one shade of blue meeting another at the horizon and getting a similar peaceful feeling – we do indeed have the same feelings matching our own environments.

As to the comic again really loving this trio’s dynamic, I’m glad we’ve gotten a chance to get to know them better. Will also add that while clothing colors do change in this comic (which is nice), for some reason also really digging the green/dark blue/light blue color scheme with them as well; can’t quite put my finger on it, may just be as simple as personal taste.

I’ve never seen the prairie, so perhaps I will take that as analogous to never having seen the ocean? It’s been so long so I lived in a dark sky place, though. The closest I have come to feeling this sort of awe (within memory) is inside a large cave, thinking about the patient drip of aeons.

I didn’t realize it was ever possible to see the mountains from Kansas. I used to go to Fort Morgan as a kid, and I recall barely being able to see them from there.

What sucks for me is I can’t get that feeling anymore, at least not easily, as I live nowhere near where I grew up, both by distance and in terms of geography. Going from a forested wetlands to near-desert is quite a shift, and I often miss home. I miss the rain, the brooks, the squirrels playing in the trees, the constant swaying of the branches, feeling cool in their shade, and just the greenery in general. If literally all of my family didn’t live here now, and it wasn’t 1200 miles away, I might move home.

Thank you for sharing this. It reminds me of vistas I’ve once seen and never forgotten.
Gods, I miss dark skies but I know they’re still up there behind everything.
Thank you for stirring old memories.
Interesting fact. A lot of what hides the sky in cities is city lights shing on sky crap.
Decades ago one of my country’s major cities had a really total power blackout..
Amongst all the confusion some people looked up to a sky they’d never seen before or which stirred outback memories. (I’m in Australia) No internet then but lots of people going WTF loudly.
Thank you again for stirring old memories. And thank you for your tale.
I’ve enjoyed it for years but I’m not sure I’ve ever thanked you for it before.
I really should have. Thank you very much.
And I do hope a happy answer for John but it’s your tale. You do you.

2976 Bridgette Hanna Baxter.

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