A grove of trees muffled with the smell of chestnut blossoms wafting out of nowhere.
A warbler’s song can be heard in between the trees. The song, accompanied by a sharp sensation, seemed to pierce the air around me.
Rays of light reach the ground with every sway of the leaves previously blocking them. At that moment, a white leek flower bud is illuminated. The hydrangea beside holding up green calyx with its open leaves, pointing to the sky.
As I leave the tree shade and make my way through bushes, a cluster of vivid flowers catches my eye.
A blooming peony stands among those gentle flowers returning to their original shape even as the wind pushes them around.
A single thread of spider silk stretching between two of its stems. As I get closer, a small, translucent, light green spider circles around, hiding behind the stem. I flicked the stem with my fingers and the spider jumped to a nearby leaf, pulling his thread.
A strong wind suddenly blew as if to guide my sight upwards. Dandelion pappi flew into the sky, as if pulled by the sunlight itself.