Endless fields -- Peter Michalski

When i was younger i used to live in Poland in my aunts house. It was in a small town called Slomniki and the house was located on the edge of a vast expanse of wheat fields. Often times i would talk walks on a path through the wheat fields with my family walking sometimes for what seemed an entire day. The fields to me always seemed endless because i never got to see where it finally stopped. This began to build into a mystic view of the fields where you could walk forever and ever surrounded my wheat with no end in sight. I would loose frisbees and other types of toys in there where they would get swallowed never to be found again. This only added to my idea of the fields being mystical. I've visited the house several times since i left Poland and look towards the fields. They still stretch beyond the horizon and i've always wanted to just start walking through the fields to see how far it really does go. Each time i visit though, i always put it off.