Coffee Shop

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Bree

I sat down on the park bench and took out my camera carefully searching the area for anything of interest. I spotted two birds making a nest together. Click. I turned towards the pond and caught the reflection of the sun. Click.

I placed my camera back down and enjoyed the quiet serenade of nature. It was peaceful you know, sitting here listening to crickets singing and birds chirping. It soothed me. I reached into my bag and pulled out my old sketch book. My sketch book was one of my prized possessions. It was sort of like a diary, I guess you could say. It held my thoughts and feelings, all in picture form.

I stood up from the bench stretching and walked toward my favorite spot. The large oak tree that stood in the corner of the park. I placed a hand against the bark before brushing it lightly. I sat down and began to draw.

This tree had a history, and from these charred marks on it, is say a bad one. You never know what's happen to make someone act the way they do until you get a closer look.