On Saturday, I took Nigel into Princeton to do some shopping. I always get Mike a new "Henry's" t-shirt while we're up there and I like the Mochas at Twister.
On our way home, I was awestruck by a field of soybeans. The wind was blowing the plants in what looked like streams. The crop was up on a hill and it was living, almost speaking. I stopped the car, rolled down the windows and took it in. I could, because Nigel was asleep. It was a moment of peace, one that I really needed. One that you can't capture with a camera.