I travel this road a lot. Well, not a lot but nearly as often as I leave my house. It’s one of two main roads out of here. It’s beautiful when I’m paying attention.
There’s not much of traffic, and what there is is OK with just going around me so I can take my time and look if I want to.
The sky is big here – not big like on a prairie or on the ocean but big for this place full of hills and valleys. There’s a corn field, stubble now, on one side and some low bushy stuff, brownish now, on the other. There’s a dairy farm, a small aircraft airport, a farm stand. There are sheep, horses, gardens, pine trees, hay fields,tractors, buggies.
Bare stubble now, in the spring it is corn laid out in neat rows and I watch it grow all summer.
A child gets off the bus in front of the dairy farm.
If I’m going the speed limit it takes me about ten minutes to get from the beginning to the end of this road.And it’s at least twenty minutes to the nearest strip mall, maybe more. I wish it were farther.
Breaking Ground 
“The sky is big here” ❤
Did I write that wrong? Is it from something? Oh never mind – i didn’t see the heart. This modern technology I tell ya.
Its beautiful! And exactly what I think when I drive on that road or one like it. Now I have the words 🙂
LOL. I just can’t read emoticons apparently. Be careful you don’t get like me and my grandmother paying more attention to the sky than the road.
Meh. There already.