As I strolled around the park with Abe, the sun shone through the clouds, and The Sounds of Silence streamed through my phone. I paused to capture a patch of dandelions. Never had I seen so many wishes waiting to be fulfilled.
Birds chirped, “Tweet, tweet.” And men played tennis nearby, “whaack, bounce, whaack.”
A breeze shook the trees and freed leaves barely holding on. My nose gently ran. I sniffed and looked up as a fly zipped by. The grassy hills were rich with green. A bolder color than I could remember.
I documented things to practice bringing life to the page. If only I could write it all down. There was too much to describe and many details I’d never know.