June Blooms

She had a feeling that this moment in the meadow had always been and would always be. T his was more than just a meadow; it was a moment captured in time and hidden away here just for her. And now, though years had passed since she first discovered it in her wild youth, And though her wanderlust had taken her many places and often far from home, she was never far from this place. She came here as often as as her dreams would allow her to wander through this meadow on this same perfect sunny afternoon Where the pale purple wild daisies grew forever and the clouds were never gray. And there was always the hint...