walk on
When the grass gets as high as your knees it changes. There’s nothing tame about it then, nothing manicured or managed. It’s not a backdrop for other plants anymore. It’s the main attraction.
A cliché is a cliché for a reason, and this photograph proves there are all kinds of reasons the phrase “ocean of grass” rings in your ears like a siren’s call. This is grass through which waves move. This is grass that is luminous as liquid, whose colors shift and return with the wind. This is grass upon which people are as tiny as tugboats.
The horizon above this emerald ocean is as distant as time; who knows what new lands these two will encounter if they just walk on.
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