Let me share a scene from this morning. The sun is rising - not yet full over the horizon. The train is surrounded on all sides by fields, pastures, and trees. Everything seems to glisten as the soft sunlight interacts with the morning dew. Nearest me is a large, rowed, fenced-off area that is drier than the rest - I think it might be a cornfield. Behind the field is a farmhouse, and next to that is a small pond from which a thick fog is lifting - slowly drifting to one side. Beyond the house and pond, a school bus drives on an empty road. A family of deer are playing close by. I am in Nebraska.