Watching a Sunset Over a Cornfield in Iowa
The cornfield sways in the wind, golden in the sunset light. I stand at the edge, watching as the sun dips below the rows, painting the sky orange and pink. A combine rumbles in the distance, finishing the day’s harvest. The air smells of dry corn and earth, and crickets start chirping as dusk falls. This isn’t just a sunset—it’s a tribute to the land, where hard work and nature come together to make something beautiful.