FIELDS FLOWERS AND SKIES

There were several vehicles at the beginning of the different pathways, but Hayden began to think that these were really just people using the place for car-pooling. Convenient. Mid way between the country and the city. And nobody could ever ‘call’ one on it when it came to by-law or owners and so on- as nobody would be able to tell a dog walker or joggers car from someone who just parked and left. The fields, being fields, are open. 

Hundreds of little insects, - red and grey and all other assortments, work in the air and around flowers. The main beginning curves into a long sort of causeway and it’s like the beginning part of a jog or run. To the right, far away, can be heard the reports of a shooting range, and these sound like thunder. There is a wild cat that calls out, and a bird also,- plus the sight of a farmers crops that wait patiently in summer under the

sun and heat, and sleep deeply I suppose in the winter under ice and snow and what feels moreso like moon and night (even in the days). Left is more of the fields, and there was once a porcupine there but for the most part there is little trees and wild flowers.

Continuing onwards, there are wild green beans that have grown so abundantly they are crawling over in parts evergreen trees. It is a strange sight for certain and an interesting mix, - the light green against the dark hued pine needles. A forest entrance is at the corner…it is cool, alluring, wonderful, .to just stand there and look in, - to see the entrance to yet another world of possibilities and adventures. But, for then, the pathways are stuck to. It rains lightly, and the way is traversed slowly, methodically. Butterflies roam around.

It’s pretty, and pretty empty.

The light sun shower feels cool against the arms. There is a wish that it would rain even more. The sun takes

away the rain it seems, and things become hotter. There are two apple trees, - one with red apples and one with green. Up the way, wild grape vines grown in labyrinthine and intricate mazes and configurations upon themselves and up to the sun. Hayden stares into them, separating them a bit,- and admires the dark and shaded and cooler areas,- wondering if there is some kind of secret insect or animal or other growth hiding in there amongst the leaves and berries.

He can see the light out the other side.

Moving his head and hands back, - he goes onwards and the dogs run, frolic,

play, pause, think, generally exercise and also smile. They all go to look at bright yellow wildflowers in the sun,- and the sky is blue, and the day is clean, and they are content and will be all three later on a good tired and in need of rightful and rejuvenating rest.

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