The summer wind greets you softly as you step into the field, cool and sweet against your skin, carrying the scent of grass and sunlit earth.
Around you, tall blades of grass sway and sigh, whispering secrets only the wind understands. Wildflowers nod gently, their colors vivid beneath the endless sky. You close your eyes and listen — the faint hum of bees, the rustle of leaves, the hush of distant wings.
The breeze wraps around you like silk, combing through your hair and tugging playfully at your clothes. Every breath feels lighter here, as if the field itself is breathing with you.
Time slows to the rhythm of grass and sky. The world outside fades, leaving only this — the touch of wind, the scent of summer, and the quiet joy of simply being.
Here in the field, you are still. Here, you can finally just breathe.
