I’ve never cared for this section of road I pass on my way to the windy city. Except just this one time. I'm clueless as to why I never noticed the stark beauty of such solitude.

Maybe it’s the diesel ramming hard against the pavement? Perhaps its my brains tendency to be in the future of what will, or could be. Perhaps it’s like baseball, unless I’m participating, I’m bored. I guess I’ve never bothered participating in this event before.

Today, geography happened to collide at a point in time when I was actually here now,

if only for a brief moment.