no.20

golden fields of wheat dancing in the wind as you rush past it in a blur, the hazy blue of the everlasting sky kisses the earth with its tender lips; plump clouds fill the openness with generosity, a show for the eyes, magic for the mind, imagination abounds and expands like the universe, waiting, when you see the past in dreams of sparks and explosions, blazing and fierce, majestic, eternal. the sun sets behind the wooden chapel and the night blankets the world into a vision of indigo and dark. soothing wind runs its cool fingers through your hair and tingles run down your spine. glowing windows and the dirt path that always leads to the door, opening wide it swallows you whole, wrapping you in its embrace welcoming you home.