Sunday Path

Description

On a hot, sunny Sunday, the air was fresh as he walked across the field on his way to church to hear the sermon. Dew still clung to the tall grass, glistening under the morning light. His footsteps left soft imprints on the earth, each step a silent prayer. A lone butterfly danced ahead, tracing the path toward the chapel’s open doors. The distant murmur of voices welcomed him, blending with the rising hymn.