Greetings from me,

It was evening and the fatigue of the day was slowly descending. I just went out on a walk, there was no fixed plan in my mind. The bus was looking for a little freshness. When the light cold air hit the face, he got a different relaxation. While walking, my eyes fell on some flowers blossomed on the road. These white and light pink colored flowers were even more sparkled in the evening light.

I stayed there for a while. There was a strange silence nearby. Neither noise, no crowd, simply silent presence of flowers and rustle of wind. It felt as if the flowers were breathing, as if they were standing in the sun all day and now they are feeling relieved. Some flowers were half off, perhaps tired, and some were still smiling.

I took pictures, but the stagnation and peace in the pictures, it started getting inside me too. A few moments away from the city's runaway, as if I was giving rest to my tired thinking. Perhaps this evening also became special because there was no noise in it. There was only simplicity, which reached the heart straight.

Such moments do not come again and again. Sometimes a flower, an air gust and a quiet evening, gives us the comfort that is unable to give many books, things or trips. This evening was just the same. Like a poem that is understood without speaking.

All Images by @pathanapsana