The dawn of Ayelet... like opening your eyes to a dew-kissed, sunlight-bathed spring morning. I see the elegant grace of a gazelle in motion, a symphony of fluttering heartbeats and eyes widened with curious wonder. The soft, crunching rustle of leaves under the gazelle's hooves... Ayelet heralds the promise of a new day teeming with vitality and possibility.
Such a lovely, soft, feminine name, I'd use it for my daughter - and I'm not even Jewish. I met a very warm, motherly Israeli woman named Ayelet once. Makes me think of white eyelet lace. I pronounce it like Violet without the V, three syllables.