Harvest Dust
The moment we got in the car today, navigation found us with the big, beautiful lake of Erie distancing itself from us with every minute our wheels spun forward. The sun was hidden behind clouds - the kind that tend to form when the air temperature is cooler than the large body of water underneath. I never mind clouds on road trips. They are soft on the eyes and this fact was mentioned in the wistful and rich conversations that were had with this traveling friend.
The sun appeared, almost like it’s arms reached out and pushed the clouds off of it like one does with those heavy blankets that need removed in the morning so one can get up and enjoy the day.
Sunglasses appeared on faces and landscapes were brilliantly illuminated. I couldn’t see my friends eyes for a time. Then the sun would catch a cloud and the sunglasses would come off again.
Traveling west, it is typically a nuisance to have the sun constantly in your eyes...it can drive even the most mild of temperaments decently crazy. But this evening the setting sun was enveloped on either side by light, wispy clouds that had an artistic flourish to them with almost perfect symmetry on both sides of the orange ball. I remarked to my friend that it looked like the sun had wings. The brilliant light reflected and highlighted parts of some of the flourishes. We drove in awe and silence with this kind of view. As it continued to set in front of us, it felt as if we watched it for hours and hours. What a delightful way to pass the time on the highway together.
Tractors were harvesting miles and miles of wide open spaces. Some were stopped and yellow kernels were flowing into the open tops of trucks. Fields upon fields of these tractors we observed in various harvesting poses. Dust flowed behind some and mixed with the golden air of the last reaches of the setting sun. I called it harvest dust. It created a low profile over the large fields like the morning mist one often see’s in the morning. But how lovely to travel by hundreds of miles of cornfields and see multiple tractors harvesting and air filled with this harvest dust. Night finally came and then the tractors were here and there with their bright lights illuminating before them.
I love these wide-open landscapes where eyes can gaze for miles and miles. I love harvest time and the cheerful appearance of tractors built for just this time of year.
Harvest dust. A substance formed and released by harvest. And I am inspired.
The sun appeared, almost like it’s arms reached out and pushed the clouds off of it like one does with those heavy blankets that need removed in the morning so one can get up and enjoy the day.
Sunglasses appeared on faces and landscapes were brilliantly illuminated. I couldn’t see my friends eyes for a time. Then the sun would catch a cloud and the sunglasses would come off again.
Traveling west, it is typically a nuisance to have the sun constantly in your eyes...it can drive even the most mild of temperaments decently crazy. But this evening the setting sun was enveloped on either side by light, wispy clouds that had an artistic flourish to them with almost perfect symmetry on both sides of the orange ball. I remarked to my friend that it looked like the sun had wings. The brilliant light reflected and highlighted parts of some of the flourishes. We drove in awe and silence with this kind of view. As it continued to set in front of us, it felt as if we watched it for hours and hours. What a delightful way to pass the time on the highway together.
Tractors were harvesting miles and miles of wide open spaces. Some were stopped and yellow kernels were flowing into the open tops of trucks. Fields upon fields of these tractors we observed in various harvesting poses. Dust flowed behind some and mixed with the golden air of the last reaches of the setting sun. I called it harvest dust. It created a low profile over the large fields like the morning mist one often see’s in the morning. But how lovely to travel by hundreds of miles of cornfields and see multiple tractors harvesting and air filled with this harvest dust. Night finally came and then the tractors were here and there with their bright lights illuminating before them.
I love these wide-open landscapes where eyes can gaze for miles and miles. I love harvest time and the cheerful appearance of tractors built for just this time of year.
Harvest dust. A substance formed and released by harvest. And I am inspired.
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