Circles and squares, angles and curves, far as the eye can see. The great quilt of the midwest fades into the distance.

A patchwork of green and gold, red and brown, hemmed by creeks, trees, dirt roads, and wire fences, spread as a blanket on the great plain. This is where we find the origin of farm roads, and farm hands, too. Boys and girls grown from seedlings to appreciate a day’s work and a night’s rest under the bright stars. A sky so expansive you gain a sense of self from how incomparably small you are. You reap a harvest of humility and the encouragement to take wing with an eagle or a crow, or a crane. On a clear day you can tell first-hand the Earth is round. Under the hot sun enough toil is shown to keep fed and warm through the deep cold of winter. A cycle of seasons is endured, enjoyed. A life is made.