Leaving Oklahoma

Its been a long, hot and rewarding summer. As I leave Oklahoma, a land of prairies and superhighways, of buffalos and football, I look out the tiny porthole of the plane. To my surprise and delight through the clouds I spot the familiar shape of Spaddadock pond, as well as the larger ponds and the rest of the greenway system. In a couple of minutes all is obscured by clouds, but the image and the memories will stay in my head for much longer than that.