There's something magical that happens when I drive on long, winding country roads through Ohio. The lack of most things makes what's there seem more special. The terrain isn't very exciting and the towns are small and bare, but there is a certain quietness that is soothing. At night, you can judge the size of the city based on the reflection of it's lights on the gray Ohio skies. You can see this from miles away, and it creeps up on you with the wind blowing over the stocks of corn.