A hop, skip, and jump away

I treasure the moments when my eyes catch an animal hopping through a field of flowers or even just a plain field. In my headspace, I metaphorically become both the field and the rabbit. Jumping through a field of flowers feels like an intrusive jubilation a sudden burst of hope, a quiet sign that all will be well. But a plain field speaks differently. It feels dry. Unwell. No bloom. Lacking light. And yet, the rabbit is always there. A blameless, alluring creature, with a purity beyond human comprehension or relativity. Though the field may be plain, and wary, there is always hope nearby maybe just a hop, skip, and a jump away. But always there.