She races up the winding path through the sun-baked fields, wind rippling through the golden grass like waves. Hills undulate through the valley’s landscape, soft and supple in their steady quietude. She climbs and descends, and she sees everything, high and low. Gravel cracks, spits and snarls beneath her. The clouds stand still, transfixed, for only a moment in the infinite blue sky. Wildflowers sway in the breeze, their shriveled petals wavering, dropping in a delicate dance.