Writers are like thieves, they like to get inspire by their environment.
Sometimes they simply steal ideas.
Like WordsWorth in Daffodils who wanders lonely as a cloud. Today, I too allowed myself to become a cloud.
In the glittering shine of calm January Sun, I was feeling light-hearted and considering myself in a WordsWorth’s world, I took a chance to wander and appreciate my surrounding.
It all started with the arrival of Rofus Treepie in home today.
This Indian Treepie who belongs to crow family likes to come at the time in morning when there’s still darkness in sky.
Birds are early riser but this specific bird wakes way too early.
While going to park, I took this picture.
There’s something special about different shades of green in it.
Leaves are yellow, they’re of dark green colour and they appear light green and when the sun is allowing them to make shadows on ground, I like the leafiness of those trees in background.
Under this bridge is a way for a small stream to flow.
In winter there’s no water in it but when there’ll be summer, the coolness of water and kindness of trees will provide much needed relief to a wanderer standing on this bridge beneath these trees.
After bleak winter days, sun sprinkled it’s glitter on earth today.
Standing in my yard, when I heard chirping of birds up in a tree, I can’t help remembring these words by Hellen Keller
“The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched_they must be felt by a heart.”
This post is in response to ragtag daily prompt wander.
Indian treepie bird courtesy: