With the golden-hour sunset, a sunflower field by the highway seemed magical as if somebody had wished it there.
The soft touches of the sunflower´s blossoms on my hands, the dirt between my toes and the chirping of bugs makes me feel so down to earth for that moment. For a dancer, used to the dancestudio´s four walls and the cold metal ballet barre, it felt very much loosening as I chucked away my pointe shoes and just laid in the field of green and yellow dreams.
