By Erika Dyk
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.