A woman found herself passing by an entire field of sunflowers.
Equally spaced, their columns and rows stretched out for acres, all lined up as if they were trained and ready.
Their dark faces, framed by flaming licks of yellows and oranges, all faced east.
They stood at attention, silent and patient, bending only slightly in the breeze.
The woman entered the field and nudged carefully, slowly between the bright-faced soldiers, quickly disappearing into the tall shadows.
Down the columns and across the rows.
She turned east to follow their gaze and wiggled her feet into the soil, rooting them in place.
She took a deep breath; her chest rose and fell.
She stood at attention, silent and patient, bending only slightly in the breeze.