“Outside the closed windshield, birds hovered mid-air, held aloft by the relentless breeze. Lethbridge was a prairie city, dusty and slow-moving, but it had one constant that separated it from other places on the flatland: Wind. Bracing for it, Lou swung the door open and caught the handle before the gusts could tear it from her hand. Black hair whipped around her face. Scents rose and swirled past, carried by the breeze. Lou breathed in sunbaked soil and sparse golden grasses, motor oil and fast food.” WindPrairieDanika StoneDark DivideGustCouleesLethbridge Book:The Dark Divide Source: The Dark Divide
“It was almost nightfall when Lou reached the outskirts of Lethbridge. Dark blue skies backdropped golden coulees and shadows of buildings stretched across roads in long, undulating bands.” PrairieDanika StoneWatertonThe Dark DivideCouleesLethbridge Book:The Dark Divide Source: The Dark Divide