Dirty

The girls, one blue-eyed, one green-eyed raced through the corn fields.  Stalks towering above them, creating a maze.  Both running, racing to find the quickest way.  Tripping over mounds of dirt and crashing into a cacophony of corn cutting arms and hurting worse than paper cuts.  The girls raced.  Overhead, blue skies shown, giving no aid on which way was the right direction.  Footsteps pounding as the girls ran on, stopping only to catch a breath and brush off crawling insects and trickles of corn cuts. Not troubled by shadows or noises, concentrating only on the destination. The corn thinned out and both girls ran to the edge of the woods.  Laughing, exhausted, streaked in dirt, they collapsed on the ground.  Staring up at the blue skies, finding caretakers of wonder all around, and picking fresh strawberries until the sun began to set.  Wearing sweat and dirt like badges, the two girls counted down and began their race home.