Driving from western Indiana to New York City is a journey in landscapes. They shift subtlety, almost imperceptibly at first. The flat plains of Indiana give way to mild rolling hills in Ohio, and corn fields give way to wheat along I70. The earth moves in waves and deepens as you pass through West Virginia, and then, as if awakening from a repetitive lull, the road twists and curves dramatically though the woods of Pennsylvania, burrowing through tunnels deep under mountains, the highway carved out of steep, endless walls of sheer rock. And then the road emerges into a clear blue sky. New Jersey passes like a vague and forgettable dream, and before you know it, you are on the Verranzo-Narrows Bridge, and the mountains are skyscrapers, and the corn and wheat fields are the Hudson River.
They shimmer in similar ways, in the late afternoon sunlight.