A young woman is carrying an umbrella in her hand. She doesn’t seem to be too concerned about thick clouds right behind her. The clouds appear to be full of rain. Its dark all of a sudden. She is standing in a field of wild flowers, she is looking down. Her face is relaxed and the umbrella is barely covering her. Her hair are combed to one side and swept behind her. The setting sun gives her a glowing halo. She is wearing a long dress, shimmering in the light. Is she planning to stand in the rain? Is she waiting for someone? No one knows what she plans to do. She is just pausing in the field, ahead of a fast approaching storm.

Everything looked new and fresh. Like a traveler wandering in a new place. Observing, smiling and experiencing new sights, sounds, smells and experiences. She asked herself, “Is this a dream, am I awake”. A bicycle whizzed by her, quickly she stepped to the side. Gathering her thoughts, “I am not dreaming”. She continued walking. She was tired and thirsty and decided to return home.