From Louisville to Scottsville

I'd nearly forgotten how beautiful Kentucky was.
Do you know how beautiful Kentucky is? Well, it's beautiful. Even on the interstate, where lightpoles lead to billboards which lead to cities and their adult bookstores, it doesn't matter. Kentucky is beautiful. Billboards (by the way, did you know that I hate them? I feel like they're one big obnoxious hiccup in nature,) are totally swallowed by the big green hills. Billboards look like a tiny sore amongst a huge beautiful field with hay bales and cows.
It stormed most of the way to Scottsville, but it was beautiful. It didn't rain a lot, but it threatened. To my right was a spread of bright orange and soft gray/blue puff-clouds that held the most beautiful sunset I've seen in a while. To my left was the pissed-off looking sky, dark stone and a blue so cold it makes your eyebrows raise. It was awesome!
The lightning started just after E-town and got more prominent as I passed through Glasgow and into my hometown. I thought that if it was an omen, I may have rough times ahead. But ya know, it barely rained on me, which is lucky because I need new windshield wipers.
Everything was beautiful and wonderful and I actually listened to one whole Praise CD (which is kind of a big deal compared to all the non-Christian CDs I own), and I actually talked to God and had some worship time. And I didn't worry about what the other drivers thought (as if I ever did,) and I just talked to God. Discussed the upcoming months with him. I asked him questions, which, let's face it, remain unanswered, but I'm okay with that. I don't feel super pressed to find answers right now. I think I need to relax.
I can relax and embrace the storm, I can relax and watch all the colorful sky-mosaics just fade, watching the orange blink into gray, blink into dark.