There’s no similar feeling to the walking barefoot through a meadow on a summer morning when everything around is just waking up. The glistening dew drops, softly bending the blades of grass. Petals of the blossoms, so moist before opening, caressed by the first intangible rays of light. Silence, with all the scents of the meadow, released by the light breeze…inviting and alluring. It is one of those small miracles of life to be a part of that…every step of the way, almost tingling as nature’s energy flows in, resonating from toes up – through every cell of my body.
trickles of dew drops
rolling down a pair of bare feet
meadow’ s morning glory