This was yesterday at dusk. I have been plagued with questions since witnessing this event. Did the man intend to leave the flowers for the distant figure to find on their way out of the field? Did the distant figure notice the flowers on their walk back? Today, I did some investigating. The flowers were dead, albeit beautiful. They were laid at the trunk of the small lone tree, near a small circle of rocks. A grave, perhaps. But I feel unsatisfied with that ending...
What a strange story to witness unfolding in the middle of an open space; strange enough to write about and share with the world.
Be aware. An ordinary walk in a field may turn into a story-worthy blog post.