THEY RAN THROUGH BLUEBERRY FIELDS
They Ran Through Blueberry Fields
I caught a hint of laughter traveling over the numerous rows of blueberry bushes.
The endless lanes speckled with tiny blue dots and a subtle scent of sweetness that lingered in the still air. I could hear a faint rustle of leaves and whispered words that I could barely make out, but I knew they belonged to me. The children that is, not the words. The words could only belong to the small voices that whispered them. That delicate laugher that hid behind bushes and the secrets that seemed a mystery to anybody passing by.
When I glanced upwards I noticed they were gone. The soft voices, the rustling leaves and the children. They seemed to disappear into the blueness of the sky or the open green fields that blended into the horizon.
When I glanced I little closer, I saw them running. They ran through blueberry fields, the wind at their backs and the sunlight dancing through their hair.