The Radiance of a Dawn Meadow
Sunlight spills over the meadow, turning dewy wildflowers into a mosaic of pinks and yellows. Bees hum to life, darting between clover and daisies, while a butterfly unfurls its wings, catching the light. I walk barefoot, grass tickling my ankles, and breathe in the sweet scent of blooming lavender. The air feels crisp and new, as if the world is taking its first breath. This meadow at dawn isn’t just a field—it’s a celebration of beginnings, reminding me every day holds fresh possibilities.