The vegetables came from a garden somewhere in the world, but she selected them out of her mom's fridge at the end. Red, yellow and green bell peppers mixed in with tomatoes for a walk through a field. The sun set just behind the hay bales staggered throughout the endless field of tall grass and jumping bugs. Her messy bun sat on the top of her head and didn't look too messy after all. What mattered was the wind at her face and the last bits of sun rays on her cheeks as she breathed in deep and embraced the night.