The water beats at the bank feel gently, and resides carefully to avoid over soaking it. The air is fresh and overwhelming with cool gushes of
wind blowing past, provoking the trees to yawn and some times sleep. It was a lovely Valentine day and perfect for a picnic
at Lake Lavon.
The grass was sof
t and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of
flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few minutes to treasure the moment of
silence and peace. As my girlfriend and I got out of
the car to get ready for the picnic
, she happened to be distracted by the water; a rhythmic ongoing resemblance of
rhythm in her heart. The water was clam and beautiful in every aspect. To me she was like a wave, never stooping to catch attention or go unnoticed. Before doing anything else, we began setting up the picnic
. By the time we ware done, her temptation was unbearable and was finally unable to overcome it, consequently she eagerly ran towards the water pulling me right behind her. Each step was like an imprint in my heart, a fossil that would always remain the same and special inside me forever.