Thursday, July 07, 2005
Oklahoma.
Driving along, I realize I'm passing a wind farm. At first I see only eight or ten wind turbines, but then I notice behind them in the distance are more. And behind those, more still. Then I see, as if they've magically appeared, wind turbines on the other side of the road as well. Dozens of them (hundreds?).
Maybe it was a result of exhaustion or boredom, but I half believed that they had come to the side of the road to watch me safely pass. And they made me feel blessed in a way that the Biggest Cross in the Western Hemisphere never could.