I am imagining, in this world of fantasy of mine.
A girl is in the field, so wide that the horizons stretch indefinitely, and the smell of flowers, rich in the air as the wind blows into her hair.
Look closely, and you would see that she is running with excitement on her bare feet, feeling the softness of the blades of grass underneath her foot sole.
She runs with a hand high up in the air, as if to catch the wind. A foolish but innocent gesture.
She is wearing a picnic hat and a sleeveless dress with small flower prints all over.
Her hair is is brown, with strips of blond. Her eyes are bluish green, she holds a gaze that can penetrate your soul.
No one is in the field but her, but she is talking, running and laughing as if someone was there with her.
A someone that would be the only person she sees in this world of hers. Her full concentration to her one and only.
If you were a spectator, you would see that she is beyond satisfaction and happiness.
Now, what do you hear? The field is filled with her laughters of joy.
Love.
She is so beautiful.