Deep Blue
A farmer in Iowa continued farming well into his 80s. He drove his air-conditioned tractor ten hours a day, even when there was nothing to till, nothing to plow, nothing to disc or harrow or plant. He drove until the sun went below the horizon and the sky was an indigo palette, shading to a strip of orange where it met the earth. He drove toward that strip, off the edge, and into the sky. His tractor caught the last ray of sun from below the horizon and winked its spark of light as it sailed into the deep blue.
Photo Credit: Richard Walker
Thank you for writing this story, inspired by my dad and all farmers who spend a lifetime doing what they love. I know dad is still driving his tractor in the Deep Blue and smiling down on all of us today.
Deep Blue is stunning. Everything most important and beautiful in life in here in that old painful love you get looking at the horizon you can never reach. I say Deep Blue is perfect.
Harry Davis, I just read this, seven months after you wrote it. I say your comment is perfect!
This is exquisite!
Possibly the best story I’ve ever read on this website. Magnificent. Simple, concise but stretches to the furthest reaches of imagination.
I agree. So simple and beautiful. Loved the descriptions.
Love that pic! Want that pic. Perfectly complements the vividness of the story.