i let him run wild in the field and watch him smile and jump through the tall grass. this is a field just beside my house. it's full of junk that some builders left out of spite after tarmacking a car park down, and there is a tree we planted with seeds from fruit once upon a time. i used to play in the field making dens with the builders junk. pretending we had houses and jobs. i wish life was still that easy, but then sometimes i think that if it was so easy, would i take it all for granted?