the blueberry truck

i woke up to an aimless day. it continued through late afternoon when i found myself half heartedly looking for a blip in a field of goldenrod. with no luck there, i moved on to a boarded up barn with even less success. the sun was dropping and i was about to give up when a truck rumbled by between the barn and my lens. all i saw was pink and purple. i didn't know what or why, but i knew my blip had arrived. i ran to my car to take up chase as the truck lumbered along the mountain road. it couldn't be a bait truck. their containers are blue and their smell unmistakable. we came to a stop at the end of the road. the truck's directional flashed left. i lifted my camera from the seat beside me. as he pulled away, the late afternoon sun caught the side and i caught my blip. he was headed for the blueberry processing plant in the next town over. i was headed home for dinner.