Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

He chuckled at her attempt at pronouncing Wyoming, “Your very close.” As Dwin went on about where he was, this new place, he was amazed by everything here, or at least what Dwin mentioned. It seemed so small in these flatlands, but in reality, it was much, much bigger.

“Tee-cons.” He repeated, “It seems like such an exciting place. Thank you for telling me about it. Now I won’t feel as lost.” “And no, I have never been to the ocean, but I’ve been to lakes and rivers.”

As much as he would’ve liked to, he couldn’t stay in one place for too long, but he also had no home. At least, not yet. “I wish I could hang out for longer, but I should probably find somewhere to sleep before it gets dark.” He told her, his smile now starting fade to a more nuanced expression.