The sun rose like a beautiful flower, shedding petals unto the world. Amid the dancing raindrops was the blush of scarlet, the warmth of tangerine. Gazing toward the illuminated clouds, still beneath the ethereal glow, she was caressing her face and softly blowing loose strands of her hair. Her dream was far away from her now, lost in the awe of everything. She walks the maze of winding lanes, reminiscing a time full of memories that are forever etched in her mind. It was for this reason that she came to this spot each morning, to lose herself in silent beauty. A place where her father took her as a child often is now a place full of conversations where she learnt most about herself. They talked about many things, birds, trees and the streets. Wandering about these narrow paths, what once was abstruse to her as a child becomes clear as she finally rediscovers the conversations with a newfound understanding. She takes a deep breath to take it all in as a bittersweet contentment settles around her. These rustic walks are a part of her now, as she finds tranquillity in its contemplativeness. Basking in the morning glow, she leisurely listens and looks around as the world slowly wakes up and the melody of dawn fades away.
