on sinking your teeth into the intangible

on this day I drove in some very good fall weather--50's and dim beneath a rainy sky which seemed at times to ponder the possibility of sun. there are few hills in Johnston County, which is where I make my money, and so encountering a rise in the road makes one pay extra attention to the landscape on the downward roll.  and indeed, before me spread stacks of tree-stands framing browning grasses and yellow soybean fields. I thought about the colors, and why they appeared so much more impressive on a day when there was no sunlight to illuminate and lift them. it was all like a fat moth perched stationary, instead of some lilting monarch. things were solid. what occurred to me was the sky was really making things right: it was silvery-gray in parts, with bits of white and yellow where the sun was almost parting the clouds, but a few sets of clouds had charcoal underbellies which, though they shifted above the land, seemed somehow to underscore each big hill and burgundy tree. mmmmmmmmmm.