The American Frontier

If I can't go that far, it comes to me. The other day I went to an opening of an exhibition with a simple title The American Frontier. That's where I spent some of the nicest days on my travels. My frontier... I miss those places, the prairie, the Black hills, the Rocky Mountains. Well, maybe one day I will be traveling over the plains again, who knows. First I have to see those giant trees in California that my grand granddad talked about to my grandmom. Or my frontier this year will be only as far as Western Europe. Not bad at all.

Karma for today: Don't get upset, anxious, or angry about thing over which you have no power.