The scenery in every part of the world varies greatly. I live in an area that is mostly described as flat and treeless. Some people might think it is boring. It doesn’t have the grand and majestic steep angles of the Swiss Alps. There is not a sandy beach with clear blue waters. That doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful.
When I see the sweeping plains in the pale yellow contrasting with the wide open sky, it is calming and clears my mind. But as I drive to work, I often look at what is along those plains. There is one moment that takes my breath away.
There is a view where the storm clouds descend. Western Nebraska has changing weather that can turn on a dime. It is a common joke, but creates a great sky. Even after living here, I can look at the clouds and predict the weather. I hardly need a weather report. The smell and view of the mist and buildup above works better.
The grey of an impending thunderstorm and darkens the bluffs, obscuring the view of the top. It casts a shadow on the pale sandstone and turns them a deep purple. The cold air blasting down causes steam to rise from the ground.
The mist begins to rise off the newly green grass of spring and I look into the valley where the river runs. The train with it’s beat up cargo cars snakes along the side of the slowly flowing waters. The trees are a stark contrast against the light mist of the sky. Their black branches with barely visible leaves starkly stand out against the changing sky.
This visual transports me to another place and possibly another time. I’ve traveled around the world, but never to Africa. My Western Nebraska life is temporarily time warped. It looks like what I would imagine the Serengeti might be like.
I don’t necessarily have a desire to travel there, but I always have a desire for new places and experiences. The every changing landscape is a delight to me. No matter where you live, there are pluses and minuses. It is definitely a blessing that things change quickly here and if I can be transported to another place on my way to work, it’s a moment I wouldn’t change. Remember, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.by