Pristine and crisp…like a second chance to catch a breath.
Traveling to far-flung acres looking for the new growth of more.
Dank darkness combined with black coffee before propping open… of the barn door.
As a young farm hand, I had chance to renew the fields.
Scrubbing for sod.
Boasting with migrant workers during a noon time meal.
In the innocence, a lifetime discovery…
tractors run but they also roll.
Choices made were all in timing the blade or the brake.
How little to know…a dry season would be all the calamity it takes.