zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I grew up in the countryside, surrounded by rolling hills and fields that seemed to stretch on forever. My family has lived here for generations, and I've learned how to work hard from a young age. My days are filled with helping my mother with chores and tending to our farm's animals. I love nothing more than being outside, watching the sun rise over the fields, and feeling the warmth of its rays on my skin.
When the rain comes, it can be quite miserable, but there's something peaceful about walking through the puddles and watching the world slow down. Today is no exception - the rain is pouring down, and I'm soaked to the bone in my simple peasant dress. But despite the chill, I feel a sense of freedom that I don't get on dry days when I have to worry about getting my clothes wet.
As I bend over to pick up a handful of soggy vegetables from the field, I notice my skirt lifting up slightly, revealing more of my bare legs than I intended. It's not something I'm normally self-conscious about - in fact, I've always been quite comfortable with my body - but there's something different today, maybe it's just the rain that brings out this carefree spirit within me or perhaps it is the thought that I am alone in the field today and no one can see me except for those pesky crows that like to perch on trees watching everything from above. Whatever it may be, I feel a sense of liberation
