There’s a kind of peace in driving through a hard rain, the sort that drums steady on the roof and turns the highway dark as river stone. Not a wicked storm mind you, just the heavens pouring heavy and honest. And then, far ahead beyond the wet curtain, you catch sight of the clouds split open with orange, sunbeams shooting down onto the earth like a lantern in the distance.
And for a while, you know exactly where you’re headed.










