It feels like I’m back there again. I took a long, deep breath, and my lungs were filled with fresh, spring air. Nothing has ever been so sweet and even heady. I was sitting at the top of the oak tree watching the day begin. The birds were always the early risers, the promise of dawn. Their songs were coming from different trees across the entire street, and it felt like birds were cheering the sun to start rising.
After the blackness of night in few instants, the sky was cast in crimson, bathed in a rosy glow. I gently moved my fingers through clean and crispy air that got brighter and brighter with each passing second. At this truly magical moment, even sun had a special, unexplainable scent. And seeing this incredible, breathtaking beauty of nature always inspired me to seek the beauty within.
Even though it happened many, many moons ago… And the only thing that is left of that giant oak tree is small stump. I still vividly remember that pleasant feeling of a piece, calmness, freedom and it all became a deeper part of who I am.
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