mountainfieldbreeze

Here is a longer version, told in that same personal, spoken-to-you style, with three interesting friends woven into the moment—so it truly feels like someone is standing right in front of you, recounting the scene as it happened: If you were here with me right now, I’d show you the land exactly the way we saw it that morning. It stretched out endlessly, a warm, sun-washed expanse of soil where the fields looked like huge, sleeping blankets laid out all the way to the horizon. The farms were so flat, so wide, that if you squinted just a little, you’d swear the earth and the sky were trying to touch. And right through the middle of all that open space ran our favorite sandy path—long, winding, and stubbornly refusing to go straight. It curved like it had a personality of its own, like it wanted to show us one secret at a time. On both sides of the path stood a few scattered trees, their leaves trembling lightly in the wind as if whispering something only the land understo...