I walk into one Saturday of July, a morning of sunshine mingled by the breeze, and everywhere are the pulses of life eagerly to mark their presence.
Hello here and there, they shout silently, auto focus and clicking of the shutter interweave symphonically.
They are different, they are same; They are mushrooms, they are new sprouts; they are the dancing morning spirits looking for a peaceful piece of wonderland.
I love this Saturday morning.
