He walked through the gate and into the field. It wasn't his field, or the field of anyone he knew, but he was going to cross it none the less. His steps were resisted by the dried out remains of grasses and thistles and plants that invaded area during its idle year. He wasn't concerned about trespassing as he didn't much like the idea of owning the world he lived. To him it was a strange concept, denying others the right to experience what the world offered. He would enjoy this field to... read more