These bluebells were hidden in a rather untraveled woodland area of Ogunquit, off the well-tread path to and from the beach, and unbothered by the traffic and bustle of the town. Only those seeking a quieter, calmer, and less-populated area would have the fortune of happening upon these elegant flowers.
They are part of the freshness that makes this time of the year so spectacular. It will never be like this again, and it merits a pause in the quickening downhill rush toward summer.
Let this prose slow and stop too, to give you your own moment to pause and reflect.
