I drove at dusk recently and marvelled at the beauty of January in northern Ohio. I doubt many people would find a stretch of midwest highway pretty in the dead of winter, but this part of the country is embedded in my soul, and I can't help but love it.
See, the sky is prettier on snowy January days. Indigo clouds are outlined against a peach and wheat-colored sky as the sun descends. The dark brown and gray tree trunks and branches add mystery to the view. Now and then you'll see a hawk perched high on an electrical wire, watching the fields below for mice and other dinner choices.
Tiny wisps of snow swirl for a few miles then disappear.
Forests get broken up by large fields, and you have to stay alert for deer who love to leap on the highway as the sun goes down.
Exits sometimes lead to small towns that welcome the highway with their glowing lights. But I like the stretches of nothing the best. It's where my head clears and I hear my life.
There's something magical about a winter highway at dusk.
How is your weather? Cold, warm, balmy? Do you enjoy this time of year?
Have a wonderful weekend!