My Calling at an Intersection along IA 136

A soft breeze whispered as I stood near a spread of fields where my heartfelt story was told. I recalled the beginning. The middle was unfolding and I didn’t know the end. My assignment of controlling traffic here would last two weeks yet a voice inside said this was where I was meant to be. O, the sky was so blue. A construction crew inched along the highway to fill cracks. My father always said what was broken must be mended. I was reconciling with my past, my memories carried in a breeze. It was the beginning of summer, I recall, ankle-high corn reaching for the sun. It was a farmer’s labor a farmer’s pride. My life was unfolding a sense of wonder as cars followed the pilot vehicle through open lands. The clouds above passed as galleons of ancient ships the sky an ocean of dreams and endless tomorrows.