Explosion of Colors

A radio warning wakes you up. You're in Oak Grove, Missouri, which just happens to be under a flood watch even though the sky is clear. You have had flood watches and warnings ever since you left Atlanta, GA. Your mom makes breakfast as you travel through Kansas City. The city is much smaller than St. Louis, so you get out pretty quick. You head north past more farms. The fields you pass by are carpeted by millions of corn stalks that are still dark green with life. The fields roll on and on. They stay like this even when you enter Iowa. But shortly after you change interstates you spot herds of horses with foals. All of the foals are from this year. They are different colors, like Jelly Bellys. Some are laying down, other prance around playing with the others. It is the cutest thing you have seen all day. You spot another field sith more horses and foals down the road a little ways. One of the foals drinks from its mother as you pass by. The cuteness holds you until you exit the state.

No matter where you go in Nebraska, outside the big cities, it is green, rolling pastures and fields of crops. Some of the fields have rows and rows of round hay bales. You see antelope and a couple deer feeding off the hay bales which are easy food. There are also some just eating the fresh grass near timber.
They look so pretty in the green fields eating the grass not caring about the vehicles on the freeway. They look surreal. There are so many fields of corn the flow by like green waves of a calm ocean. It is very soothing and relaxing. You open the window and let the fresh air of the outdoors in. Slowly the sky starts to get cloudy and gray. You close the window when you smell the rain coming. It rains modestly. It is not heavy but more than a sprinkle. It is cold and contrasts to the almost triple digit heat. It slows and ultimately stops before you get to Wyoming. Before you cross over the border you see a giant statue of Mary. She stands near the freeway accompanied by crosses. It's as though she is there to send a prayer over every traveler that passes. The statue becomes hidden behind a hill.

You cross into Wyoming and see on a small bluff overlooking the freeway is the head of Lincoln. The golden brass colored head reminds you of honesty and the things you learned about the president during history class. You pass the honest man and watch out the window as Wyoming passes by. Most of the southern part of the state is home to the invasive sagebrush. It smells goo when you rub it on your hands and makes homes for many creatures. They are like the tide to the ocean of green you just saw in Nebraska.

Part of the Grand Finale

Your dad stops in the capital of Wyoming, Cheyenne. Unlike other cities around the U.S., they are doing their fireworks tonight. You park on a hill at a truck stop, that looks down on the city. You and family watch a couple of tv shows until it gets dark. You pause the show when you start to see the cities fireworks. They explode one at a time and concurrently. There are some that are red, white, and, blue. Others are purple, pink, and silver. They sparkle and fade out as they fall back down to the Earth from their heights in the sky. The light the sky with their colors. Their explosions are like the multiple pops of a group of people firing different guns at the same time. The fireworks are miles away and you see the fireworks 4 seconds before you hear them. Everybody's eyes are hooked on them. Not one gaze strays away. The fireworks reach their peak when the grand finale starts. There are fountains and waterfalls of color. Every second there is a new color and everyone is beautiful. The show ends shortly. The colors fade into the darkness of the sky. Only a faint gray smoke is left behind. But the colors don't fade from your mind until you fall to sleep.