on the road for a weekend family wedding
August 10, 2011 § 8 Comments
Me and HM, running down the road, no outside noise can get into the car unless we invite in tunes, text or t mobile.
Between here (the Gateway) and Chicago (the Big Windy), there is all the flatness you can imagine, Big Flat that’s full of corn and poles and windmills (those elegant greeners) and tiny old buildings heaped upon themselves, mere dots in the midst of lowgrowing green.
Expansive. There are crow’s miles out there. Who’s gonna run out for some milk? Maybe underage drivers at the wheel of big red rusty trucks hauling across the open fields, rooster tails of dust blowing behind them, their moms in the kitchen looking out proudly after them.
I dunno, but it’s beautiful in a non-impactful way, in an open space vs urban decay way, beautiful like thoughts one has during rest, meditation, prayer…a prairie prayer…