As the sun sets (nearly 9:00 pm this time of year), a low fog rises out of the cornfields. I observe this after I leave the stable, my hands covered in the smell of horse and my feet clad in boots. I enjoy the drive home. I enjoy the passing moments. A tall, thin, solitary deer standing perfectly still, watching my headlights. A red-winged blackbird diving into the tall roadside grasses.
And every time I drive home from the stable, I cross the Iowa River. It's always down there, totally full of lots of water.
I wonder if I'll ever get over thinking, "Water. Weird."
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