The rain peels back and leaves the road, all tender and nice, across the cattle guards pipes, where water stands on a base of brown and green begins to form.
The gate is always open here, the sky a muddled gray as the nighttime frolic of thunder and rain, settles down each inch of dust, and leads us on our way.
Watch and you will see, the clouds become as angels, all lifting all moving upward, bringing their light to the path, the gravel is ground in, the dirt a glowing cape, with destiny in site, out of frame, forever in your mind.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Joy Scherpenseel
Claremore, Oklahoma
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