The sounds of cars, semis, running on 41. Some going south to Terre Haute and others traveling north to Chicago.

Passing one another in the dark night air from the left lane over to the right. Again, from the left lane over to the right.

Driving over bridges where the river has grown high. Men with lanterns and flashlights fishing under the stars.

Silence. Just the sounds of cars, semis, running on 41.