Northern_Lights_2019

14 can see is the dark navy blue of the approaching dusk. Instead of vanishing, he trudges on into the blackness of the night, and slowly crawls, mile after mile, until he reaches his next somber destination. * * * A similar thing happens when driving on Interstate 90 East through Montana. The person watching can only see the car quickly wind its way into the black silhouette of the mountains, while the person driving has more time to think and ponder things. The clouds in front of the driver reflect the colors of the waning day, until all that’s left is the dark road, the feeble headlights of the car, and the slow metamorphosis of the rolling hills into the sprawling plains of the Midwest.