It was the kind of day that could only be spent lying on the dew soaked grass, feasting one’s eyes upon the silver roving clouds and listening, in part to the grand silence, and in part, to the flapping of birds’ wings.
It was the kind of day that could only be spent lying on the dew soaked grass, feasting one’s eyes upon the silver roving clouds and listening, in part to the grand silence, and in part, to the flapping of birds’ wings.