It has been hot again today. Beautiful for midsummer.
I walked over sunset field late this evening, as the birds were quietening down for the night and the air was less frantic and full of daytime activity.
It is always stunning up there, always.
I pause at the old oak halfway along the field and place my hand on it for a few seconds.
I do this every time in a gesture of connecting.
A gesture of respect.
I always thank the field, the world of the field, for allowing me safe passage.