From a distance, an old lady sits at a nearby bench overlooking the park filled with trees and children. A sigh escaped her lips as a gentle smile broke out. This has become one of her routines everyday. Once the sun starts to set, she would always go back to this bench to simply watch as life unravelled before her.
For some reason, the squeals of the running children as they played tag was like that of a sweet melody to her ears. Probably because of the 3 children she has raised with her husband when youth was mere but a yesterday, and not a memory from a decade.
It has always fascinated her how life continues to unfold like this; how people have always searched for its meaning when it was exactly right in front of our eyes. Mayhap it was the old age, but life becomes much simpler when you remain your silence to hear the chirping of the birds better. It was the children running around with not a care in the world; it was the young couple exchanging their awkward goodbyes after a day spent together. It becomes simpler and more beautiful when you learn to exist as you are: a mere observer as the world continues to revolve.
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Was telling my friend about my interest in writing and he gave my 3 words as a prompt: birds, children, old lady. He challenged me to write under 15 minutes and this is what I came up with. 'Tis pretty wholesome, if I may so so myself :)
Much love,
RJ
