READERS’ TRAVELS

“On the old highway maps of America, the main routes were red and the back roads blue. READERS’ TRAVELS Now even the colors are changing. But in those brevities just before dawn and a little after dusk – times neither day nor night – the old roads return to the sky some of its color. Then, in truth, they carry a mysterious cast of blue, and that’s the time when the pull of the blue highway is strongest, when the open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.” William Least-Heat Moon

Navigating I-85 north on 9/11 anniversary, heavy sky threatens rain, clouds swollen, ready to burst. Mist shrouds the air, veiling the roads toward Indianapolis, lending the landscape an air of solemnity.