Wrong Turn

I saw it, the sign, luminous under the lazy Sunday morning sky, but my wife missed to turn right although the GPS already informed us ahead of the next street we were to turn to. Now it’s not a technology blunder but sheer human oversight. I can’t blame her though. Just after we made the right exit at Minnesota freeway 94 to Albertville, a few meter away we were asked to turn left. Having been used to California freeway where no left exit allowed while driving on the right lane, her judgment to turn left while on the right side was deferred by such familiarity of California highways and freeways. She gave a sigh of frustration for having missed the street and I just calmly told her that the GPS will recalculate, which it did in no time. Now we were driving on a bare road, either side was farm land as far as my eyes could see. The field was still a green carpet with some brown patches of earth and rows of bare trees which appear hazy in the distant horizon. Houses with different colors appear defeated and subdued amongst the dried out trees and highlighted by the golden leaves on the ground. Neither of us were talking, just absorbing the beauty passing by the peripheries of our eyes. We turned left on a dirt road as the GPS would dictate and lo and behold: the beauty of American farmland.