amidst a wheatfield stretched am i

How's your weekend?

Mine...

I am pretending that this is how it is; amidst wheat strands, heavily clouded skies broken by strong currents of sun where there is no stress just deep breaths swallowed by happy places that allow my body and soul to fly free.

May you too dip in and out of this conscience bliss, even if it's for a split second.