The field opened wide before her, beckoning warm and full of sunshine and promise.
”Come,” it said. “Come and run. Brush your fingers, twirl and play.”
She wanted to listen to the field– to run and laugh and sing as she used to. To feel free under the warmth of the sun.
She answered softly, “I will run and I will play, but not today. Today I am somebody for someone else. Today what I want is less than what they need. Today is not for wide open fields.”
She turned and walked towards the farm. Happy with her choice, even as she sorrowed for the loss of the field.