I'd gone to town to drive Emil over to Everett's, and went to the store too. Once back home, I lugged the first few grocery bags into the house. Something (time of year: harvest) told me to check the phone messages before making my second haul. Sure enough, I'd had a call. It was Scott's brother Bruce needing rides to and from the field up north, twice, to bring the combines home.
By the time that was done it was dark and the sky was starlit. Bruce left the field in one vehicle while Scott and I got out of ours (his truck, my car) and stood in the blackness for a few minutes. Black, that is, except for the glow of headlights in the distance from every direction around us in a circle. All the neighbours' combines were out in full force and we could hear their engines too. It's rather exciting when everyone is out there, racing the clock.
"It's different than it used to be," he said. "It's louder now. Everyone has bigger machinery and there are fewer trees."
Still, any time I get to hold hands under the incredible stars with my sweetie is more than fine by me.
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| I walked around in the field for a while one afternoon, available to drive someone somewhere. |
