‘Follow me, follow me now, come after me, look, there are the dry footstep marks among the poppies… follow me, you fit in the footsteps, let them take you…’

‘And where will I get?’

‘Don’t ask that… don’t you know me?’

‘I need to have a clear picture.’

‘Oh, silly girl, just let the footsteps take you, feel them beneath your soles, and look around, look around, the picture will change…’

‘I’m afraid to look around. I might slip. The soil’s not that dry…’

‘Hey, look, there’s a bird in the sky… Don’t you wanna fly that high?’

‘You just told me I was to look around… and now I can fly?’

‘Hey, of course you can, just follow me, follow me now… Let the swirl take you. The wheat is almost done… come now… you can still feel it around your feet caressing. When do you want to come? When there are people on the field harvesting?’

‘But…’

‘Then you won’t hear the wind and the birds. They’ll mock at you cause you’ll be walking on leftovers of straw… and your soles will hurt…’

‘What if the storm comes?’

‘Leave the storm… you won’t mind some raindrops afternoon after so much heat. The real storm will never get you… just follow me… follow me now… Look up to the sky, let your feet swirl and be caressed by wheat, look around and dance…’

‘But I don’t have dancing shoes…’

‘Oh silly girl, this is a different dance floor… just swirl and look around, see what you like, rejoice in the colors, listen to the wind… it might be me…’

‘And all I have to is…?’
“Ya, just follow me, follow me now… You’ll swirl and feel the air and feel the touch… till you’re ready… and when you’re ready you’ll fly… And then you’ll have a very clear picture from up high…’