she walked slowly, touching only slightly with her fingertips the plants that surrounded her. the flowers in her hair left a slight scent of summer and blossom trailing behind her as she moved. the orangey-yellow light flooded her face as she looked up. her quiet hums faded among the sounds created by nature; birds, crickets, the rustle of leaves and the sweeps her dress made, became one. her bare feet brushed against the plant stalks, her toes and the flowers intertwining. the warm, musty smell of summer evenings hovered over her.