Two barefoot children pause in a sunlit field, their laughter silent as geese waddle close. One child reaches out, fingers brushing white feathers, while the other watches with wide eyes. The grass bends underfoot, alive with the quiet tension of trust between small hands and wary beaks.
A burst of wildflowers spills across the meadow, their colors flickering like scattered sunlight. Loose brushstrokes suggest petals trembling in a breeze you can almost feel—nature caught mid-breath. The field hums with unseen life beneath that vast, open sky.
A woman stands in tall grass, sunlight dappling her dress. The brushstrokes blur wildflowers into a haze of color around her. She seems caught between movement and stillness, as if pausing mid-step to listen. The meadow hums with unseen life.