Over the years it has been a love of mine to watch the local farmers work their fields. I take notice as one piece of rickety equipment makes its way from one homestead to the next. Usually adorned by an awkwardly tanned man
The simple truth was that he did not dream about much. He wanted to have a good life, but he had no concept of how he would achieve it.
He doesn’t like it when I stare. He says it is creepy. Honestly, I don’t even realize I am doing it. The whole package is just so familiar. It’s like a re-creation.