Strawberry Fields Forever

They just sat there. Breathing in the silence. Letting it percolate. Seep into their pores. Freshen their minds. Balm for their souls.

It hadn't been long since they had arrived. Pulling into the dirt patch at the base of the gently rolling hill - leaving the highway stretching on behind them, zigzagging along the ocean. Parked in the shadow of an old dilapidated barn. Getting out of the car felt magnificent - their legs had been bent for hours, crammed inside the tiny car. The breeze coming off the ocean felt refreshing as it glided over their skin and tussled their hair. Especially her's - flowing in all it's glory - contrasted against the perfectly blue sky. It had been the simple white and red sign that had drawn them off the highway. Hand crafted and charming.

As they walked up towards the little blue building, they looked at each other - unsure of what to expect upon stepping inside. But once they crossed the threshold, all their concerns melted away. It was absolutely beautiful. Adorned with little farm trinkets, highlighted by colorfully painted trims, and wide open. But the aspect that made them instantly fall in love was the aroma wafting throughout the air. That sweet, intoxicating odor that only came from freshly picked berries. They were completely surrounded on all sides. Blueberries, blackberries, raspberries - the most vibrant strawberries they had ever seen. Even boysenberries made an appearance. Not only was there the fresh produce, but all different kinds of treats made from it. Chocolate covered berries, strawberry shortcake, blackberry truffles, jams, pies. The boy couldn't help but chuckle to himself. It was if they stepped into Forrest Gump and replaced shrimp with fruit. Once their selections were made, they chose a table and sat down.

Here they were.

Sitting a few inches from one another - not saying a word. They watched as farm hands walked in and out, dropping off crates full of fruit, bringing fresh pies from the kitchen up to the display, counting the money in the cash register. Everything seemed to easy. So care-free. No one seemed to be carrying stress in their shoulders, harboring bad thoughts. As they sat there, so close to one another, both knew what the other was thinking.

It was perfect.

The rolling hills. The sound of the crashing waves. The fresh air. Not to mention the abundance of succulent berries. It'd be so easy. To just stay for a while. Offer help around the property. They didn't need to make any money. Just a place to sleep. They'd become part of the community.

After all, there was no rush to get back to real life.