Windmill in a Golden Rapeseed Field — Postcard

A weathered stone windmill stands alone at the edge of a golden rapeseed field, its sails still against a soft peach-pink sky. Rolling hills fade into the haze behind rows of hedgerow and a dirt path leading nowhere in particular.

A calm, wide-open scene to slip into a letter when the recipient needs a slower moment, or press between the pages of a favorite book.