Night at the Countryside
He looked up at the sky. It would be close to midnight by now. Or at least that’s how it felt. That’s how it seemed, with the moon so high in the sky. That’s how it seemed with the tree branches swaying in the wind, as if waving the previous day goodbye.
He let out a sigh, as he stared at the stars. At the constellations in the night sky. At the clouds that flew gracefully by. And he let out a sigh. A contented sigh.
He closed his eyes, appreciating the gentle dance of the wheat about him. The hushed whispers they shared with the wind. In the field, he lay, letting out a sigh of appreciation. Quietly, appreciating the songs of the night. The natural symphony about him.
Enjoying the crickets chirping about him. His heart singing with the pitter patter of field mice scampering nearby. He sucked in a breath, recognizing the wondrous beauty around him. Enraptured by the sights and sounds presented to him.
He laid, glad to have the privilege of having the honor of being entertained such a performance. Of having the honor to relish the luxury of an undisturbed world. It was times like these, moments of when he could stay, silently observing, silently listening, silently appreciating the world free of disruptions brought by mankind, that kept him in the countryside. It was joys like these that left him unwilling to let go, unwilling to depart. And it was these very marvels that made him realize how enrapturing nature could be.
He closed his eyes, feeling himself drift off, carried by the music about him. Floating from the peaceful lullaby, his muscles relaxed. His heart awash by trust and reverence. Thumping in affirmation, it told him there was no place he’d rather be. He loved the countryside.
This scene was inspired by a writing prompt from the “Promptly Written” Publication.
Time and Place
I’ll give you the when and where–you create the rest
Midnight–a wheat field