ジョシュ・ブローリンさんのインスタグラム写真 - (ジョシュ・ブローリンInstagram)「The field is expansive. His eyes toy with him. She's a speck at the rounded top of a hill. ...maybe. Can you walk? Okay. And each step, as oats stalks crackle and part, brings him closer. She doesn't move, and has a way of standing. He never takes his eyes off her. A slight breeze. A few clouds crawl. He can sense them, smells the difference in the air as they pass. He never takes his eyes off her. The last step, their shoes meet toe to toe. The clouds have gone, maybe evaporated. The scent of rain gone too. There's just her breath, and the way it unfolds into him. Then his. His skin reveals how many years he's walked through these fields. Her's is a still life, a moment captured on a canvas. She is a glimpse, an art, a broken open seedling. She smiles at him and his insides jump, skips; and his mind remembers that lone deer from years ago, in another field, grazing; how beautiful it was to witness. She inhales and he watches the whole world disappear inside her, and at that moment makes a decision to follow: through the mouth, passing the lips, sliding downwardly, splashing into her: an ocean full of poetry, laughter and mutiny.」1月18日 23時56分