There is music playing in this field. It's the most wonderful music. I'm not sure why, but I can't quite decide the origin of this music.. But on second thoughts, I don't hear anything; I just experience the emotions I feel when listen to the haunting yet comforting sounds of Simon and Garfunkel, Sting, or the Seekers. It feels unfamiliar to have these feeling evoked without association. It's probably the field.

As I turn around, I see behind me a world confined to the past. A drive-in movie cinema, packed with cars, a carnival, with its bumper cars, spinning teacups, ferris wheels. The brilliant lights and the endless noises of the most carefree children in the world are comforting. I smell bagels, potato chips, corn dogs, hot dogs and the addicting tang of tomato sauce. My mouth is watering.

Balloons are let into the sky and the music (Is it music?) grows louder within me. The longer I stare into this mirage with addiction, the more I am convinced I belong there. A youthful girl in polka-dot dress is there with her partner. As she turns her head, her bright red lipstick catches my gaze, and she smiles knowingly at me. I watch as they begin to dance.

I vision wanders about this scene, capturing the image in my mind. I slowly begin to realise that there appears to be a vintage film over my eyes, between everything I see. This has been the only way I have ever seen the field - it is normalcy, but for an oddly unidentifiable reason it has only just occurred to me as something I might consider out of the ordinary.

I spin around, eager to see what pleasant surprises lay before me, only to find that what I see on this side of where I stand greatly differs from what was seen behind. The field I see here.. well it's hard to describe. There is a forest full of trees of many different species and personalities. They look quite young though. They are thin and fragile, and the roots cannot be deep. Some roots are stronger than others. I can tell. I don't quite understand how, but they seem to be co-existing in this area together just fine. I know they have one common element though... that's the field. Without a doubt, that is the only reason they are here. Are they killing the field? Are they killing each other? Perhaps they are not aware of each other.

The grass is a brilliant shade of green on the surface, but down below, the soil is dry becoming less and less nourished as it is further exposed to the outside world. In the state of today, I guess that's to be expected. I should've known.