A different kind of beauty

On the train today, riding up to Chicago to spend the day/night with Jess. So excited. But as dawn breaks (I left our house at 440 am...), I am reflecting on the beauty of the land I'm traveling. 

This is not at all like the beauty of the mountains. But this land is beautiful in a different way. When I see the fields that are being harvested, I'm thankful for the fruit we are all blessed with. When I see harvested fields, I consider the hard work the farmers put in to their land, all year long. But especially the long hours spent harvesting the crops at just the right time. And I think this dedication is beautiful.