So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
(Sting - Fields of Gold)
I came over listening to Sting among some chill out music I was enjoying, and this song reminded me of a dear friend of mine. I will always associate him with dancing in the summer rain, with the smell of wet dust, and the feeling of cold rain drops falling on my body.
Although time has passed the plenitude of feelings I have when looking back has not decreased. Some experiences have the power to bring you happiness even after they are over, to raise memories that are triggered by a word, a song, or a smell. My friend is one of those people “out there”, we are far away from each other, and we’ll physically part even more in the next months. But he is also one of those people so close to me that we listen to the same song at the same time, who can sense if something is wrong with me, who can make me smile instantly.
Thought: encourage my friend to continue his beautiful voyage in the world