The sunlight was shining through the leaves, painting fancif..
Added 2024-07-04 04:57:11 +0000 UTCThe sunlight was shining through the leaves, painting fanciful patterns on the park's path. I walked along, breathing in the scent of freshly cut grass and enjoying the silence. Leaves rustled behind her, and in front, on a bench under an old oak tree, sat an old woman feeding pigeons. The world around me seemed perfect, and I, smiling, got lost in its beauty
