It was a typical Monday morning. The cool autumn air blowing, making the trees rustle. I walked to sit under the usual tree by the park. I was getting bored by minute, sitting at home. I just couldn't stand being so stationary for so long, I just had to move and just go somewhere.
I put my hands in the front pockets of my coat as I was starting to feel cold. I sat with my back leaning on the trunk of the tree as I plugged in my earphones. I would do the same thing every time I got bored staying home.
I played my favourite playlist on my iPod and took out my diary or sketchbook or whatever-you-call-it from my sling bag. The cover was plain when I first bought it. But since I just couldn't stand the plain pastel colour of the cover, I decided to decorate it with random doodles. So it looked more like a middle-schooled girl's diary but whatever.
The leaves were falling and I felt lucky, being able to witness the beauty of it. The leaves were brown and yellow the colour of sunshine and autumn, of course. The smell of leaves overwhelmed me as the wind blew my hair, covering my face.
I slid my hair back and started taking out pencils, erasers and pens. I started working out on my next sketch. Days and moments like this are the one's I enjoy most. Calming. Relaxing. Fun. As I was looking up from my sketchbook, something or shall I say someone caught my attention.
He was sitting on the tree far across from me. If I didn't realise it before, he was actually holding a camera with its strap hung around his neck. I could see him adjusting the focus lens and snapping a few pictures. I was surprised as I didn't expect to see some guy on a tree, holding a camera. It was quite bizarre to say the least.
Then, realising my unfocused and distracted state, I shook my head and returned to finishing my sketch.
anis.
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