Driving down Route 94

the crisp clear air

brilliant winter sunrise

gray clouds on the horizon aglow

great orange sphere

blasting through the unmasked landscape

I stare directly into the blazing orb

I can’t help myself

the light lightens me

it illuminates my view

I breathe deep

and find myself saying a "thank you"

I see-through the billboards, telephone poles, and flags

to infinite shades of browns and grays

the rolling landscape softens me

I’m one with the planet

I don’t exist

I just am

suddenly out of dark clouds

the wind blows snow flurries through the crystal blue sky

 

I crank up the heat and step on accelerator

I’m late for work

I got to make time.............

 

Merry Christmas