perhaps it was the fact that the night before i drove into the city, for an hour or so of neon lights, rushing cars, garments on hangers, and a prepared mocha, ah the city. perhaps it was the unexpected storm, wind blown branches and torrential rains but when i woke and went outside, i felt more alive, quickly recognizing that somehow i had been dormant. the morning was cold, much different than what it had been the day before, the sky was a mix of grey and soft peaches. i knew i would walk, as i let the horses out into their grazing pasture i followed. i walked through lush blades of field grass and wildflowers made heavy with rain. i walked as my pants took up water and within minutes my steps became heavy. the apple trees formed dry canopies were deer had visibly laid underneath for shelter. i walked, observed, breathed and photographed. happy was i to have found my way out through the fields underneath a warm stormy sky, by the time i reached home i was soaked all the way to my shoulders and my boots stuck to my legs like suction cups to glass. the fire i had started to cut the chill in the air earlier was there to greet me, how happy this made me. as i hung my wet clothes and washed my face with honey i thought about how even when you do not think it is possible you can take something for granted and as this thought came into mind i made a promise to myself to once and a while go where there is paved roads and streets lights only to return in full appreciation of my surroundings and to always walk out into fields of tall grass.