
07/16/2025
Golden hour in the wheat fields. The sun dips low, casting long shadows as I stand amidst the stalks. The air is alive with the scent of the harvest, and the gentle hum of the irrigation system fills the air. There's a certain magic in this place, a sense of peace that washes over me. Here, I am connected to something bigger than myself, a legacy of the land. This is my sanctuary. The world feels right.