Flatter than a pancake

We were driving home through Kansas and again were overcome by its unique beauty. Ground and sky. Summer blue is lighter and sweeter than the sky of other seasons. Summer sky is heavy with calories like a rich desert--perhaps that is why it falls all the way to the ground. As children, we ran across the fields to get to the sky ahead so we could jump on a cloud and ride over the land thick with black and yellow sunflowers--turns out it, the sky, stands here, right here. This WordLayers is an essay about "flat Kansas" written word upon words tumbling onto a simple cell phone photo.