Periwinkle Fields

A Fictional Tale

Photo by Jon Flobrant on Unsplash

“To follow my nose, wherever it goes.”- Toucan Sam

The sound of the wind is so soothing that it could rock a baby to sleep. I sit and bask in it, over and over. It leaves for a few moments and comes back to say ‘hello again’. And I lay on beds of the tall grass and enjoy the breeze. The wind always brings the funnest of scents, though none from…