Highland Park, Michigan: Unloading

I am at the beer distributor with my load of Molson, and am getting it unloaded now. After this I can head straight South for home. Then the first thing on my list of things to do will be to get my glasses fixed. Then plow through all my mail, or was it crawl into bed and sleep?

Driving in the early morning hours is always a play on colors and today was no different, except for the complete lack of clouds as far as I could see. Leaving the truck stop at five in the morning it was completely dark, but the glare of headlights drowned out what ever stars there were. As I drove East the sky was constantly getting a lighter shade of blue, but if you looked up you could almost see it shaded in layers, light at the horizon to midnight black in my mirrors.

For the longest time there was a stripe of orangish red going across the sky along the horizon, then a stripe of yellow, then the blue. I am not certain when it showed up, but that stripe lasted a long time, slowly getting wider as time went on. Like little white accent marks the contrails of planes in the distance were the things that were white in the sky.

This time there was no gradual emergence to the sun, instead as I crested a hill it was suddenly there. It seemed like it was resting on the road, perfectly centered between the trees that line the highway at the top of the next hill. It was a giant ball of orange fire just resting there, blinding me as I scrambled for my sun glasses.

The rest of the trip here was done squinting through my sun glasses, hoping for the moment the sun would finally be high enough in the sky for my visor to do some good. Now it is just warming the inside of the cab as I sit here, tapping away at my computer.