Flyover state

Nebraska and other Midlands states are called flyover states. But there is beauty in what some on each coast consider a derisive slam. These jet contrails reflect a setting sun beyond a farm west of Dwight, Nebraska.

I often look up at a passing commercial airliner and wonder whether any of the passengers are gazing out the window and thinking about the people down below.

I know the passengers can’t see individuals who are going about their daily lives. The plane is so high that I can’t hear the jet engines. In fact, I can barely see the plane. With the sun reflecting off it, the plane resembles a florescent dart as it leaves a contrail across the sky.

The Midlands is flyover country. High-powered businessmen and women from the East and West Coasts jet back and forth to meetings. Do they ever pause from their fast-paced routine to look down and imagine what it’s like to slow down and really enjoy the land ... the wildlife ... the beauty of the outdoors?

I drove past this Nebraska farmstead in Butler County one evening as the sun was setting and did some wondering of my own. Were the chores finished? Was the farm family sitting down to supper? Did they ever look up at a passing plane and wish they were on it?

The billowing contrails of passing planes caught my eye. Yes, we live in flyover country. And what a beautiful place it is.

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