She is crazy sometimes.
Running wild through an empty farm field. Standing still in the midst of over-grown grass and wild flowers. Feeling the afternoon wind blow against her floppy shirt. Hearing the sounds of all nature fully alive: the crickets, birds, cicadas, rustling leaves, and so many things. Breathing in the smells of life.
A hawk soar on wings, wings of the wind. He soars upward and away. Take me with you, she dreams.
It's so alive, so hot, little ants bite her feet, the sun beats down, and yet, this place feels like a tastes of heaven to her.
She smiles and walks away.
What will heaven be like?
