Maybe it's because we're part Japanese, ancestral voices have annointed us with an inexplicable penchant for the clean and Zen-like.
What I see in this picture is innocence, in a sort of dream-like environment. The day is bright and sunny, but if you listen closely, you can hear a slight breeze, and the hushed rustling of the padi.
Behind them the world looms large. And yet your eyes fall on the children, the only two people in the picture, as if to say that at the centre of this vast, vast universe, lies Love, pure and simple.