Walking Through a Flower Field
Last month, I visited a flower field with my friend. It was a sunny day, and the field was filled with sunflowers—tall, bright, and facing the sun. We walked through the rows, and the sunflowers towered over us. Bees buzzed from flower to flower, and the air smelled like honey. I took a lot of photos: my friend standing between two sunflowers, a close-up of a sunflower’s yellow petals, the sun shining through the leaves. We sat down in the middle of the field and ate the snacks we’d brought. For an hour, we didn’t check our phones—we just talked and looked at the flowers. When we left, my shoes were covered in dirt, but I didn’t care. That day in the flower field was one of the most peaceful days I’ve had all year.