A moment to remember

It was one of those mornings, where the sun seems to come up softer than normal. Its warm light caressing the landscape as it gently flows an ever increasing glow building up across the meadow. On this particular morning there was a flower, a sweet purple flower, The morning dew had accumulated on its petals and were sparkling. It was one of those times when if you were lucky enough to gaze upon this scene your senses would fill to the limit, you would be overwhelmed with the pleasures that only a day like this in a meadow like this could present. The flowers petals glistening, the scent of many such flowers filing your nostrils with the sweet perfume of the valley, as you soak in the site, smells and flavor of this scene life's pressures melt away and drip off you, just as the dew drips of the flowers petals.