Through the meadow

Inhale. Exhale. I can smell the scent of blooming meadow flowers. My eyes are flooded with pink, the ubiquitous Onobrychis is drawing my attention. I can't get enough. I feel like I'm the part of everything. I can see the nature in its dearest immaculate form. Blue butterflies fly from flower to flower. One more colorful than the other. I'm lost in the moment. I can feel feelings of humility and admiration. Admire for this magical place and moment. Everything is underlined by the hundred-spired Prague. I'm home.