The prairie at night is dotted with light
Of farms where people live and love,
Fight and hate, and celebrate.
Now and again the lights congregate
Like happy peasant women
Singing their songs, dancing their dances.
And I am not so alone.
– Dale Hartwig (1940-2012), looking out the window from his room at the Care Center in Grand Rapids, Michigan where Parkinson’s Disease had left him alone.