Hideaway Strath hokiichi

windrunner fields
sunset

from the mountainside, beneath the trees, satsu watched the world tremble and sweat.
the field rolled ceaselessly beyond. clusters of white-tipped reeds took on the look of a mirage.

she could not be certain what she saw there, striding in the open.

as the sun tipped low, a breeze reached across the grass and stroked her face invitingly.
satsu gave in to her urges
—just this once, just for a moment—
and began to dance alongside the wind.