A Golden Field
I stood at the end of a long, straight gravel driveway. At the other end, I could see a white two-story farmhouse. There were no power lines leading to the house. No car in that long driveway. Details revealing that it was an Amish farm-house, similar to the ones I often drove past near my home in northern Indiana. There was something inside that house that drew me there, but what it was, I
