a glimpse

sometimes I'll see just a glimpse of something truly beautiful as I careen down SR 92. Tonight, I glanced to the right and saw... well, a field so lovely in the fading twilight that my heart skipped. It was a simple field, and I drive by it every day. But tonight, it was magic. The dim remnants of the sunset seemed to dance among the tall grass, as though the sun fairies didn't want to say good night. I could smell the sweet, sweet smell of summer pasture, the smell of dusk, the smell of cool evening. I could feel the warm, damp ground, and the gentle breath of the night on my face. I found "sweet afton" there. And yet, I experienced all this in a fraction of a second, driving 55(ish) miles per hour. I love when that happens. That field was so beautiful, I ached. It was like looking into a picture of perfect, silent, contented peace. I was looking for peace all day, and then it just appeared on the side of the road...