what is there to hide?

school on a saturday. it felt deserted, like a quiet little haven. like i was the only person in the world. i sat down at the picnic bench, and it was all quiet, except for the chirping of the birds, and the crackling of the leaves as the sweeper swept them up. it was sunny, but there was a strong breeze blowing. after the sweeper left, i was left to myself and my own thoughts, watching the wind dance with the leaves on the field, rustling through the tree and twirling them into their invisible embrace. and the clouds were moving really fast. it's times like this you feel at peace with yourself. i attempted to capture those few precious moments by snapping a picture of it, but it doesn't really do justice to it.

we think we need so many useless things, when all we really need is time to breathe.