Passing the open fields outside Sioux Falls whilst farmers begin a late night harvest is very mind-cleansing. Peering to the left had nothing but soy and beans, while the right consisted of corn and tall, iron windmills generating power for the next five towns, population 350 and lower, to come. After going up, down, left and right on the unpainted, purely graveled roads, we finally make it to the glowing light at the end of the slightly purpling, star-shining night sky. We have seen it for miles; as we get closer we notice it is our final destination: Sioux Falls. The night has grown cold; the air sure does circulate more in a town that only has a handful of buildings. Seeing to what appeared to be infants compared to Chicago buildings only brought displeasure and doubtfulness to my tired, fragile mind. …show more content…
As I look to my right I can’t help but notice the cracking stucco structure that seemed to be blowing with the wind, as each crack visually got progressively deeper, longer, and older. The sun dried, faded yellow paint drawing out a couple parking spots out front had ancient, threadbare parking signs undertaking direction on where to park. “Is this really how some people live their lives?” I baffled in my head until we made it to our hotel. Not even a few moments after, an extravagant thought strided through my mind. I don't know whether to call it a thought or a realization, but whatever it was, changed the way I perceive different ways of living. What I viewed to be a waste of a trip, abruptly arose to an irreplaceable