The Park

It was yet another day. The rain has stopped and the sun was out. I drank what's left of my coffee before I decided to step out. The ground was still wet from the previous rain but I didn't mind. The air smelled of sweet dew as it gently brushed through my cheeks. Another day, another chance, I thought. It was a perfect day to take a walk in the park.

I like the park. I think of it as a place of happiness, a place for people like me who seek comfort away from the busy streets. It's more of a refuge, actually. A sanctuary where i could freely think, my thoughts left alone to wander. Sometimes I would even lie on the grass, look up at the sky, and try to make sense of the clouds. But mostly, I just sit on a bench, simply observing. I would often laugh, thinking how silly I look as I do such things. I don't mind. I just love being here.

Pen and paper in hand, I scribble down my thoughts. If you want to know what i think, then sit with me on a bench or lie down with me on the grass. Let us journey together, discover worlds unknown. Take a walk in the park with me.

kamille