The warm sunlight creeping in through my southern window gently brushed my face, coaxing me awake. As I opened my eyes, the familiar sight of my farm greeted me. The fields stretched out like a patchwork of soft brown earth, rows of corn swaying in the morning breeze. My body felt sore from yesterday’s harvest, but it was the kind of ache that brought with it a quiet sense of accomplishment. Lif..