Stepping into that field she can feel the serenty of the place.
It draws her in.
Letting the chaffs of wheat swallow her up into it's waves of golden color.
Grazing her fingertips over the tops of what make up the flaxen sea.
Not having a care for all the worries she has outside this enchanting space.
She breathes it in.
The sweet scent of wheat in the hot summer sun overwhelms her.
It consumes her and doesn't release her until she's leaving this captivating vision.
She takes one last breath of it all.
Like she's trying to take a piece of the spellbinding allure with her.