By Erika Dyk

“You will make all kinds of mistakes; but as long as you are generous and true and also fierce you cannot hurt the world or even seriously distress her. She was meant to be wooed and won by youth.” -Winston Churchill

North Dakota is fierce, in a humble sort of way.

Surprisingly fierce. Unexpectedly fierce.

The sweet prairie sunsets.

The calm, generous skies.

But the transformation happens quickly: a picture of beauty to a deadly storm. Perhaps a blizzard by winter or a tornado or thunderstorm by summer.

The change is fast. Abrupt. Sudden.

An unexpected expected.

I am like North Dakota. People call me sweet. They call me calm, generous. But to stop at those words is to not know me fully. I can be a fierce storm, changing in an unexpected expected.



Written at the Medora teachers workshop following the "I am like North Dakota" writing prompt exercise.