The sun rose just like any other day, its rays caressing the face of the earth, painting the land in warm orange hues. The scene that lay before me would have had left even Vincent Van Gogh jealous. Whenever Mother Earth wielded her paintbrush, I would always be left in awe, hungering for more.
There was something about nature that drew me towards it. The serenity, the peace, the tranquility. Every image, every scene, every object blended together perfectly, each one magnificent in their own individual ways.
As I combed and scouted the different alleyways, roads and streets, I eventually found myself standing at the edge of a park.
A slight scent of cloves lingered in the air. As I stepped into the park a choir of birds greeted me, their chirps echoing far into the morning air. The grass shimmered with morning dew and a stray squirrel scurried across my path. The park had never seemed so alive.
I slowly took a step forward, firmly but gently pressing the sole of my brown canvas shoes into the soft dirt beneath my foot. God forbid me from disturbing this haven and pristine land. This small plot of nature that stood strong against the rest of this concrete jungle.
I inched forward, towards the center of the park which lay just before me. Step by step, I moved, savouring every moment inside this haven of mine. This bubble that isolated me from the rush of the outside world. Even if only for a brief moment, I felt that I was one with nature. The sounds, the smells and sights that was presented to me calmed my soul.
As I finally made it to the center of the park, I came to a stop. What lay at the center was an Azure blue pond which glittered under the sun's rays. A family of geese glided through the water, leaving behind tiny ripples in the otherwise calm pond.
Towering trees peppered nicely in the back, their leaves shaking in the morning breeze. Tiny streaks of sunlight leaked through their canopies just like tiny flames that flickered in and out of existence.
A pair of squirrels bounded across the earth, racing each other towards a nearby tree. And on a branch nearby, a lone sparrow perched, staring soundlessly towards the rising sun.
This was undoubtedly a picture perfect scene.
The quote, "Take nothing but photographs and leave behind nothing but footprints" crept into my mind and I chuckled. I raised old John gently, inhaled and... Click.
