#291-Magic


The farmers near our village were busy today. By late afternoon, the fields had been neatly mowed and the grass ready to be gathered for feed. The smell of freshly cut grass, waning sunlight and a gentle spring breeze… The moment felt intoxicating. So I sat down to watch nighttime arrive. Shadows melted into a deep blue, trees faded into darkness, stars began to appear. My own open-air, silent movie. Back home, filled with nature’s calm, I felt at peace. I don’t recall walking home. Maybe I floated along with the breeze and feelings of smallness, gratitude, tranquility.

 

Susanne & Sasan

Picture by Susanne Navid - Words by Sasan Navid

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