She stood on the deck, looking out over the field of wild flowers before her small, prairie house. Every spring, for a few days, they sprang forth, more beautiful and plentiful then the years previous. But she knew that they wouldn't last. In a week's time they would be
(more) gone, trampled under horses feet, the moving of families, no one paying mind to the natural beauty that to her seemed so plain and obvious.
Still, she enjoyed the flowers while she could. She felt as if they empowered her. They gave her something always to look forward to, and as they flourished beneath the sun, she found peace and tranquility in her life like she could nowhere else. Yes, to see this beauty, if only for a short while, was practically what she lived for. That was why this lone house had been built, way out here, away from the rest of civilization. Just for a day like today.
She leaned against the railing and stood mesmerized by the colors swaying back and forth in the gentle wind. Then, as soft and careful as the wind, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, and her smile grew just a little bigger.
"Come on," her husband whispered softly in her ear. "All that beauty out there? It only comes once a year. Let's take this opportunity, and go make love in the most beautiful place in the world, with the most beautiful woman in the world."
She chuckled despite herself. "Well..." she said quietly, and he gently gave her a squeeze. "Alright. But let's don't crush the flowers. They're so breathtaking."
He laughed lightly in her ear. "Of course, dear."(less)
