It’s That Season again, the season of descending from all corners of the world and stomping across fields. Stomp, for there’s a burning desire to get close. Stomp, so colors of purple, yellow and orange can be touched, smelt and plucked for a personal share. Stomp… …

There’s a reason it’s a season. They come and they go. All I wanted to say is “my thoughts and prayers to you, the lavenders, sunflowers and wheat that didn’t make it to the end”. It’s a jungle out there. RIP.