In England our house is surrounded by barley fields, and in the summer it’s fascinating to watch the wind moving over the shimmering surface, like waves on an ocean of gold.
There’s something inherently sexy about this sight, something primal, as if the wind were making love to the barley. Lovers have made promises here, I’m sure, their bonds strengthened by the comforting cycle of the seasons.
—Sting, Lyrics, p.167
As seen in over a million hockey compilation VHS tapes from the 1990s.