Tonight the sky rivals my blushing beets, so I go for a walk through the fields. * p o o f * p u f f f f , the soil swirls around my feet with every step I take.
The last light of the day casts a glow on the pumpkins, creating a sky-like field of celestial orange orbs, too magical to be real.
But it is.
Real.
And it feels like a dream.
