softly ending of summer

It was the last warm day of summer, and she was standing in the meadow, wrapped in a delicate touch of fabric that felt like a last gift of summer.
The sky was still slightly overcast, as if fall had already sent its harbingers, but the warmth of the ground beneath her bare feet reminded her that summer wasn’t quite over yet.

The fields around her fell silent, as if nature itself had paused to share this moment with her.
She raised her arms and let the cool breeze brush through her hair, her skin tingling in the gentle wind.
The morning was so still she could almost hear the grass growing, and the scent of ripe hay was heavy in the air.

It was a story without words that was written here – a story of freedom, of detached time in which she felt completely connected to the world around her.
No past, no future – just the moment that enveloped her like the soft light of early fall.

The world around her was fading, and she knew the summer was coming to an end, but in that moment, in that nameless silence, everything was perfect.