A small flock of sheep lies quietly in the dappled shade of a wide old tree, escaping the heat of the afternoon. I watched them settle there, barely stirring, as sunlight flickered through the leaves above. The scene felt hushed and content—like the land itself had paused to breathe.
A small flock of sheep lies quietly in the dappled shade of a wide old tree, escaping the heat of the afternoon. I watched them settle there, barely stirring, as sunlight flickered through the leaves above. The scene felt hushed and content—like the land itself had paused to breathe.