Iowa, and 47

The Cedar River at sunset, Waterloo, Iowa, after a child abuse prosecution training last week.The one (and perhaps only) important thing I didn't have to learn the hard way is this:  Never fail to appreciate small moments and simple beauty.A railroad crossing, a grain elevator, a farm stand, an AME Baptist Church.At 47, ain't that America?If you're listening, Lord, forgive me my petty complaints. It's all a blessing.