Winter Trees and Field

The view when driving south through central Ohio, with its flat fields and occasional clusters of outlet malls, can seem uninspiring. Winter has not yet come to an end. A few snowflakes swirled as a cloudy afternoon dimmed into early evening. The farmhouses and trees in the distance began to melt into a rising mist. It was mysterious and a bit romantic, the view changing every minute as I watched out the window at 60 miles per hour.