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