Greetings from me,

In the evening, he went towards the garden while walking. The day -long fatigue and the mind had a slight restlessness, perhaps there will be relief from spending some time between greenery. The wind looked somewhat different as soon as he entered the garden - neither cold, nor hot, just calm.

When he went inside a little, some flowers were found blooming on both sides of the road. On one side there were small white flowers in the bushes. Neither too much shine, nor any special fragrance, but still there was something special in them. It seemed as if they are not in a hurry to see, just engrossed in themselves. He did not say anything to anyone, but did not feel something.

Growing a little further, the pink flowers were slowly swinging in the air. Their petals were immersed in a soft raga. Some flowers looked so light as if the wind would blow them. There was a herd of yellow flowers nearby, which looked even more golden by holding a little sun. Passing by passing by, I felt that I should sit here.

The bench was empty, sat down. There was a phone in the pocket, but did not feel like watching the screen. After closing his eyes, he just started feeling that movement - the rustle of the wind, the children's laugh from the distance, and the silent presence of these flowers. Nobody said anything, yet the heart has been conversed.

Looking at these flowers, one thing definitely understood - the real beauty is not in appearance, but in simplicity. And sometimes the one who is the calm is the most calm.

Woke up after a while, looked back once again. Nothing had changed - flowers were blooming like that, the wind was still flowing like that - but something seemed light inside.

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