This is a baptism, I said to the empty passenger seat. I didn’t get a response. But I’m no theologian, I quickly clarified to no one.
The cornfields and pastures of western Wisconsin gave way to birch forests as I drove east. They waved their branches and beckoned me deeper in.
The drive was a familiar one. I went to college in Wisconsin and grew up in Minnesota.
I live in Denver now, but I still remembered the highways, the trees, the traffic. The way the clouds hang heavy, the sun reflecting off the snow, the feel of the steering wheel turning slowly through farmlands. [Read more...]