Loved it that even after their scene they still remained the focus of Nicola and Tracy‘s scene. Robert is not happy he‘s not getting to Aaron‘s place, that‘s for sure … 😅
In the field – everything is overgrown, a butterfly and flowers.
That's it! We've reached the field. Here, first of all, the grass grows taller. And everything looks the same. Only taller. And yet, the field has its own magical summer landscape. There's plenty of open space. And all kinds of grass grow here. No one interferes with its growth. There's an abundance of grass here. And it's tall. And there's a lot of it. That's the first impression of the field.
This is my very own field. Where I grew up. And where I used to run as a schoolboy. Just for fun. There are several paths here in the field. We'll take one of them. It turns out to be quite overgrown. A wide expanse of grass.
And here, if you look closely, you'll see mounds and depressions. Somewhere, one thing grows, and then something else. Sparse trees in the field itself. Green grass. And some with gray tops. The most striking thing.
It's bright and pleasant all around. Unlike the waves, the field is absolutely calm and stable. It's very hot. Every day is like this here. And everything is growing, and it's always hot. There's so much green. Not every city dweller gets to see so much green. And the most important thing is the field—it's very big. You can walk for a long time. Along a rather crooked path. Overgrown. In some places, even on the road itself, there are large things growing. Bushes that you have to go around.
So I'm walking straight through the holes. And I go around the bushes. The grass is tall and even touches the path itself. It's good that the path itself is clearly visible. It's sandy. So I'm walking and looking around. And all around is a field. And you can admire this natural phenomenon. And I especially notice what grows along the road.
It seems we have something interesting here. I don't know what all this is called. A lot of things grow here. But this is burdock. It sticks to you. It sticks really well. Sometimes you have to tear it off with force. What a thing. I remember this plant from childhood. It was fun to play with it. I've always liked it.
And there's a butterfly here. It sits there as if nothing had happened. Such a beautiful inhabitant of the field. With large, beautiful wings. It flies around here all day. It's quiet and calm here. Only beetles and flies. A breeze. So peaceful.
And there are these little purple flowers growing here. I don't know what they're called, either. Maybe they're buttercups? I don't know. There's so much in the field. So many different and interesting things. There are even flowers here. This is my first trip to the field in so many years.
The flowers are always a joy to behold. But maybe it wasn't a burdock there, or it wasn't mature enough to stick yet. And the flowers are so beautiful and bright. What an interesting color they have. The flower itself is so small and neat. And almost as tall as grass. It's on a tall stem.
It's very hot and quiet here. Except for the sounds of the beetles. And the path is so crooked, and I'm constantly making holes. And right in the middle of the road, something big is growing. I have to go around it. Yeah, I'm not used to that anymore! I'm walking pretty slowly. And it feels like I've been walking here like this for an hour. And then I go back. There's no one here except me. And I remember this road. And I've only walked a short distance.
The field is nice for a walk. I'm also walking with my bike. But I didn't dare ride it. The path is very uneven. And everything is overgrown. But I was bolder once and rode my bike here. It seems like the field is still the same. And it hasn't changed at all. It seems to me that it's eternal – and always has been. And if I didn't know better, I'd think it was also endless.
It's beautiful here. Everything is buried in grass. To the side is a river and a forest. And to the side is the field itself. There are a few trees there. I really remember this small flower. It sometimes grows along the road. It was nice to meet a butterfly. Such a dark red one. A beautiful color. But the butterfly was busy with its own affairs and didn't pay any attention to me.
The field seems magical. There's so much here. And you can walk like this for a long time.
Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.
When I’m with you, I feel a kind of calm I’ve never felt in my life. I’m tangled up in you and you’re tangled up in me and it feels right. Like it was meant to be.
