I was in the middle of a field; expansive, without an end; yellow, everywhere.
I felt older than the world, yet breathing for the first time.
My body was small; a child's.
My hands held up daffodils to the skies. I kissed the wilted ones; blowing pussywillows, waltzing with a cd the wind.
I looked up. They had all turned into birds, flying away, leaving me behind.
