The sun shines gloriously on a spring day.

“Ladies, you look really beautiful this morning,  in the sunshine,” says a busker while playing a tune.

Town is full, but the garden – even fuller. A robin playfully jumps from branch to branch on the tree I sit under.

The river simultaneously flows and stays still. It’s afternoon. The buds of the citrus tree stream acid aroma. Magnolia trees in full bloom look like chandeliers. You can feel the shadows of roses not yet blossomed.

The smell of coffee lingers, hung in mid air. One can find so much peace, sitting under the crown of a huge tree and looking up.

There are so many stories that will come to you if you give silence a chance to write them.

It is a great day to experience something new – to walk down a new path on the way to a familiar place, to hear a new song, to buy something you’ve long wanted as a token of this great day.

On the water, ducks and swans hurry after boats, then catch up with them and leave them behind.

Being fully in the moment, it extends, it realises its potential and is not lost.

Back home in early evening, the echo of chirping birds is like a chant, whose multiple layers dissolve slowly, one by one…