If I could be granted one wish as they come for me it would be for an afternoon.
Just one afternoon, alone in a field a wheat.
A comfortable chair, a gentle breeze. Nothing but my own thoughts. It would be a pity to leave it all behind and not have that one last moment. Those seconds of reflection. A lifetime lived for something. To end a life surrounded by life. The sunset flowing golden through the stalks.
There might be stories here, a past long gone, a future only imagined. Or there might be only silence. It would not matter. For the field would be there, shimmering through my mind. It is nice to be free. It is nice to be home.