I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish d, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air
child, bad quality, blurry, Sun-drenched laughter echoes through the park, the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming wildflowers filling the air. Warmth radiates from the hand clasped in mine, a silent conversation woven through the joyful rhythm of our steps. Every vibrant color pops against the clear blue sky, each moment a brushstroke painting a masterpiece of shared experience. Butterflies dance in my stomach, mirroring the flight of the monarch overhead. A tidal wave of gratitude washes over me, overflowing for the simple joy of this perfect, precious moment.
