Warm Summer Afternoons

They lay on the fields of pale yellow, staring up at the cloudless sky. Refusing to look at one another, or acknowledge the other’s existence at all, really. All that mattered in this moment was the breeze that ruffled their clothes and the rustling of the grass as it swayed to the music of the winds. The welcome chirping of birds as they extended the shadows that twined around their strewn -out sandals. The faint sound of a tractor in the distance, muted by the chatter of their minds. Right now, all they could think about as they stretched their hands up towards the blinding sun was the wisdom of the fields, supported by the laughter lines around their eyes as they rejoiced in the freedom of living.

- ladybell