We made our way toward the city, knowing it was still far, about two miles away, and because of that distance we didn't rush.
There was no need to hurry.
Our feet moved at an easy pace, slow enough to feel the ground under us, slow enough to let the moment stretch.
The breeze brushed against our faces and clothes, light and steady, and it made the walk feel calm instead of tiring.
Every few steps, I felt myself relax more, breathing in and out without thinking too much about it.
The road ahead was clear, and the city sat in the distance, waiting for us without any pressure.
As we walked, my eyes kept drifting to the sides of the path.
That was where the cow women were.
They stood and moved slowly, close to the grass, their heads down as they munched without care.
They didn't look bothered by us passing by, and they didn't seem interested either.
They were quiet, focused only on the grass beneath them.
I kept looking at them, again and again, trying to take in the sight.
