I must say, it was eerie in a strange sort of way when I was on the interstate. Driving in the fog was quite odd. When it got heavy, and you couldn't see the trucks in front of you, it was worry some. Almost like driving through a closed curtain. First there would be nothing in front of me. Just solid white clouds fading to wisps in places. All of a sudden, there would be an outline of an eighteen wheeler directly in front of the car. Prompting me to slow down suddenly, or rear end the semi.
But when I got onto route 130, oh my what a difference. Driving through the mists and fog that layered the countryside turned into a beautiful thing. It was really quite relaxing to drive down a dip in the road into a heavier layer of mist and get completely cut off from the rest of the world. It was almost like driving inside my own bubble of quiet and solitude. And when I passed through Villa Grove it was even neater. Because well, they have a cemetery there that runs along the highway. The sight of the mist drifting in over the tombstones. The reflective beams of the passing headlights of other travelers like myself. The shadows thrown across the road from these tombstones....*shiver* I would not give up this drive back from Chicago for anything.
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