SUNFLOWER FIELDS

They turn toward the light. Every single one of them, all at once — facing the same direction, as if they decided together.

In high summer, the Tuscan countryside erupts in fields of sunflowers so vast and so golden they stop you cold.

You pull over.
You have to.

The scale of it does something to you —
something quiet and overwhelming at the same time.

This is not a garden.

This is the Italian countryside doing what it does best —
reminding you, without a single word,
that you are somewhere completely extraordinary.

Turn your face towards the sun