It drizzled slightly. He walked in the middle of the field as he inhaled the smell of the soil. His spirit was relieved, but his taste was in search. While walking to his destiny, he pulled his pocket-knife from his pocket and cut the ripe melon’s connection with the soil. He opened its top by rotating with wrist movement and removed its cores. When he was a kid, he worked in the field with his grandfather, his grandfather cut the melon in the shape of the half-moon and offered to him when the relaxation time came. There was also a piece of bread and cheese in their carpetbags. He went back to his childhood, smiled and took a bite of the melon. He sat gladly in the middle of the field. He was away from the city life and found himself. He was lost in distances and said, “What a generous world.”