Something is telling me that..
"It's nothing actually.. No worries."
But you know..
"actually it is.. It's just like a firework.."
The moment paused to enjoy the scenery..
Woosh.. it's gone.
I like the feeling of fallen leaves.
The times when you walk through the path so peacefully.
Tilting your head a little down and close your eyes with that sweetest smile on your face.
The orange sun shone on the paths, through the trees creating patterns on the ground.
The warmth orange light just touches your face so gently..
Or the moments when you look out of the window with the blanket covering you to provide you with warmth while the rain goes "tapping" on the ground.
The shelter we has..
The urge to play with the rain, holding onto the umbrella..
Turn a round after another..
That transparent umbrella, seeing through..
That grayish sky dripping drops and drops of water on your umbrella..
Or the moments when there is a piece of grassland, having valleys and mountains in sight.
That winter like fluffy "Christmas trees" surrounding the back of grassland..
Lying down on the soft and fresh scent of flowers and greenery.
Looking at the sky.. feel and touch the sky before yourself.
When the cow goes moo-ing and the lambs goes meh-ing.
Just feel like hugging all these scenarios within my boundaries..
Then maybe I could try experience it..
Or maybe.. The morning before an infrastructure, that small man-made fountain, an empty bricks of grounds,
People are wearing thick furry clothes, walking from one place to another.
And here we go, walking pass this place where all pigeons seemed to have agreed to meet up in this particular place.
That haughty me, was too eager to enter the grand infrastructure, maybe a clock tower when the pigeons all flew in a circular formation up the sky.
Few feathers just dropped and land on the ground while I turned back to ask people to come along..
I can just picture how grand it would be, if the night comes and it turned into bustling royal city.
People taking pictures and the orange lights like fireflies lit up everywhere..
Outside the tower and everywhere, the bridge.. Maybe..
Woah~ How did I come up with so many imaginations?
Well, I don't know too..
They just came up.
Maybe I'll draw them out one day. =P
This is called the.. "a place I wanna be."
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