In The Meadow
Standing in the large meadow looking at the sun's direction cresting above a wave of hills, a shadowy slope to one side - not yet kissed by the sun's light. I gaze in reverence of all that is before me - a vast array of flowers springing through blades of tall grass, hills wooded with tree tops whose colors turn ever so slightly from deep forest green to yellow and orange tinge - hinting of autumn's return. Crickets leap in response to my gentle yet steady steps - perhaps di
