Indiana in the Springtime…
I was westbound for Chicago. The sun was setting. I got off the interstate-because nothing of interest ever happens on the interstate-and hit the county roads. The car windows were down, some country rock and roll star was singing on the radio. The sky was turning dark. I parked on the shoulder, turned everything off, got out of the car and looked out across the fields. I was 10 miles from any man made noise. I stood on the edge of the farm, the dirt prepped for planting. The wind picked up. Rain later, maybe. Springtime in Indiana.

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