My brother drove us up from St. Louis to our mom’s house in East Central Illinois.  The tangle of the metropolitan area gave way to the open road once we crossed the Mississippi River. A few small hills and trees flattened out to the long broad horizon.
The familiarity of the prairie delighted my senses with sweet air and red bud trees.  We chatted, reminisced, and enjoyed quiet together as the flat miles rolled by.  Mom‘s doors and arms were wide open to welcome us.
 Where do you come from? What’s it like to return there? Ki to Happiness gains perspective returning to the flat horizon.