I love fields. I feel a special connection towards them, and often think them simultanious with pure, idyllic, hapiness. When walking, I will take the longer path if it crosses a field. If it has a slight downhill, then I take joy in running through the high grass or produce.
They have a majestic way about them, the way the early-morning mist settles upon them like a much-loved blanket, the possible shade of a nearby tree, creating the perfect place to sit and read. And on a hot summer's day, simply spending the day in a light coton dress.
My favorite song when it comes to the topic of fields, is no doubt "Fields of gold" by Eva Cassidy.
"In his arms she fell, as her hair came down among the fields of gold. " is one of my favourite lines. However, the sentence "I swear in the days still left, we will walk in fields of gold", could not describe my ambitions more accurately.
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