Drove 10 hours to sort some shit... most of it during that perfect time of year in farm country, where it looks like a screensaver out... Velvety pale green hillsides meeting sky blue horizon interspersed with tumbling white clouds and golden sun.
Pieces of the drive in a post-apocalyptic nightmare as silos that rival sky scrapers rise up out of the nothing; orange light filtering though air so thick with dust that all sense of time, distance, and proportion are lost as scouring winds push cars off the road, and drag the earth itself into the sky. 2 air filters are toast, but it was never bad enough to necessitate pulling over and shoving a rag in the tail pipe and riding it out.
Pieces of the drive through storm wet mountains, black top and steel bridges vanishing into the mist and rain.
Pieces of the drive through cities whose brick and stone, steel and asphalt, rebar and concrete, street lights and neon signs, humming air conditioning and smoke curling from houses and engines... obscure the weather in exchange for a hazy light polluted artificial oasis of sameness, street after street, block after block, exit after exit.
But most of it with velvety pale green hillsides meeting sky blue horizon interspersed with tumbling white clouds and golden sun.