Billowing Grass

I am sitting at my desk, writing a post for my blog where I can go "wriding free". My fingers itch to type and my mind relaxes as I allow the words to flow. The grass in the field outside my window is blowing in a calm pulse with the wind. It reminds me of the way the wind blows the waves onto the beach, scooting ever forward, receding only for a moment. A giant tree nods its shaggy head, bobbing in an exhilarating way as the wind brushes its fingers through the tree's leaves. The sight is beautiful. It is moments like this when I am so glad I live out here. Out far enough that I can see the stars at night and hear birds chirping in the trees with the sun. Yet still close enough to habitation that I can look at the horizon of the land and see orange lights twinkling like earthly stars when my world has gone to bed. The cows graze happily, chomping up mouthfuls of grass to fill their growing belly. One calf stops for a moment to stare past the wind, a slight smile echoed in his ears. He moves on, but the wind continues to blow.

Note on Video: This is my first video so I apologize for the simplicity of it. I do hope you enjoy it nonetheless.