A field of corn can seem so wide when you're not here next to me. I lay here looking up at the sky, the clouds passing, thinking of you. The summer days create droplets of transpiration here on my face, and i feel each drop first slowly, gradually faster, momentum gaining, fall down my cheeks. I am not sure whether it is from the heat any longer, or a saltiness that appears from the tears in my eyes. All i know is that this camera can capture these moments that i want to keep here, of you and me.