She was the only one out there, for miles and miles… She looked at the horizon, without seeing one building standing tall. Her fingers picked up little pieces of the earth, she broke them with her bare hands and started rubbing them on her skin. Right where the shadows fell, she nestled herself down. You could smell the crushed grass, when she rolled over. The high haulms twisted around her legs, She closed her eyes and let the sweet breeze guide her. She rolled over again. Tiny little rays of sun were caressing her face, she started dreaming away, she started to play. She belonged to the wind now, the wind and the water and the earth. Nature within herself and herself within nature. A play that will never end.