Fields of Gold

"Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold"
(Sting)

Being in Tuscany reminds me of this song. It makes me hum with the colors and the light, and the natural hues all around. I know why painters and photographers migrate here. There is a certain something about the radiance, the mix of nature and progress, comfort and nostalgia.