Driving back into town the other night, the true essence of summer hit me. Going up and down hills, there were low lying clouds above the fields lining the highway. They would follow the curve of the earth, hovering just feet above the corn, its smell of sweetness fully coming into season. The rest of the sky, blue and gray, full of haze, concealing what it could of a sun glowing red with madness. Without warning, coming up over a hill, a hot air balloon drifted nearly a hundred feet directly off to the right of my headlights. Another one would just be setting down on the ground, chase cars surrounding it, big holes opening at the top, letting the fuel escape. About that point, I remember to look down at the road, just in time to dodge the folks pulling off to the side of the road to watch the event.
Lots of other goodness has happened lately. I’m running again. That makes me feel really good, but it’ll be a little while before I’m back up to form. I might be hired on to engineer Hawkeye pregame this fall. It’s all speculative right now. They have my name and contact information, so it’s a start. I dig the radio and the football. I love this getting paid for things I like deal. It works out quite nicely.