Ralph Waldo Got it Right

From somewhere in Ohio, I realize that my journey was never meant to start once I got to my destination. But has happened in increments on every mile I've driven so far. 1800 and counting. In fact glorious bits of surprises started as soon as I hit the vast Colorado prairies heading East. Subtle earthy colors and contrasts in undulating landscapes and shallow gullies interrupted by stands of cottonwood and farm building. And further along the road, it wasn't a dark nighttime sky that lie ahead, but a violent rainstorm. I took shelter from torrents of rain to watch the show—mesmerized by bursts of lightning while the storm moved behind me. And then there was amber. Everywhere. Amber shining...glowing...through the rain and along the rolling prairies and buttes. Off the highway, the silhouette of a tree, farm and grazing horses were a dream. I relished the unexpected prelude to surprises sure to follow...not unlike every other moment of my life. I've always loved Emerson.