Toes on the prarie. 1
Years ago, after a 16 hour shift doing heavy labor. I was on the way home 80 miles away. Driving through the rolling hills of Minnesota in early Spring, grass green and Burr oak trees without leaves, my feet HURT, 16 hours on them and they will do that. I was drinking the last of my fork test coffee ( does a fork stand up in it ) looking at the trees, they were like the twisted endings of the nerves now pounding in my toes. I imagagined a Grant Wood landscape, rolling green hills and instead of burr oak trees, giant 80 foot high big toes.
The Minnesota country side is absolutely beautiful at that time of the year. Originally I am from Wisconsin, but often took foliage trips there come September and October.