Following the sun

Profile view of sunflowers in a field
Facing the sun

My little corner of Italy has many fields of sunflowers. They follow the sun in silent adoration, each head moving precisely as their god moves across the sky. Each face is directly aligned and never out of step with its neighbour, regimented, purposeful and ordered. Do sunflowers possess souls? Do they crave a free spirit? Or are they content to stand in line until they finally wilt and die for the greater good.