This image reminded me of my first encounter with romantic feelings. I was 12 and staying on a farm of a widower with a 17 year old son, a friend of my parents.
I spent a few days during the summer learning how to milk, ride a tractor and everything else that goes with living on a farm. It was quite magical but more than anything else was when Ronnie, the son, took me to the hay loft to explore all the tunnels he had built as he piled the bales of hay. It was dark and warm and he had to hold my hand to guide me through this labyrinth. I felt a spark of something totally unexpected and unusual. Didn't know how to integrate or know what it meant. That was the beginning of many new experiences to come.
~ Tutte ~
