Silent Meadows

In the early light, meadows stretch like endless dreams, where dew clings to blades of grass, glistening like jewels beneath the sun. Wildflowers bloom in bursts of color, a canvas splashed with nature’s palette, the air fragrant with life, a symphony of scents and hues.

Here in silence, we find refuge, a sanctuary for weary souls, a place where whispers fade, a moment stolen from the rush of time.

• Cecilia Ludovica Morandini