Bright, dull days

Even on a dull day, the meadow glows with a certain brightness, especially as the light begins to fade. Last night, I was sat amongst it all observing from very close quarters the many different flower forms and associated insects, scaling to dizzy heights. The variety is incredible. A developing awareness of a constant humming becomes apparent; the myriad insects going about their important work.
With not too much imagination, it becomes Alice's Wonderland.