Dreamt I was driving through a field I used to farm

Woke up before dawn thinking about this. In the dream it wasn't even sad, just matter-of-fact — my old rows of tomatoes were a parking lot, and I was driving across them looking for the exit. The weird part is that I wasn't angry. Just curious, like I was cataloguing it. I think that's what getting older does: you stop fighting the erasure and start taking notes on it.