My favorite spot by the nearby lake. One of the very few places, where loneliness and company are equally comfortable. I have seen this place live several lives in a day, with beautiful tales to tell. Some times I am a part of the story but most days I am just another passer by…
I sometimes see, children trying to move the swing, extending every inch of their tiny feet to reach the ground, to gain some momentum, falling off, trying again.
Teenagers sharing stories, their chatter about school, games, books, movies, an inexhaustible enthusiasm about everything they experience, an eagerness to see what the future brings.
I sometimes see, children trying to move the swing, extending every inch of their tiny feet to reach the ground, to gain some momentum, falling off, trying again.
Teenagers sharing stories, their chatter about school, games, books, movies, an inexhaustible enthusiasm about everything they experience, an eagerness to see what the future brings.
Students from the university nearby, sometimes alone, sometimes with friends, seemingly carrying this burden of school work, trying to finish up what they started, contemplating what can be fixed to make life a little more happy, a little less stressful.
Long lost friends exchanging stories, that part of each others life they missed when they were busy living their own.
Love birds, sitting quietly, holding hands, taking turns resting heads on each other’s shoulders, lost in themselves, oblivious to their surroundings, a picture perfect moment, like nothing can go wrong now.
I saw once a mom and her kid, his head on her lap, she was telling him a story, I would like to imagine of kingdoms and fairies, of happy endings,
Love birds, sitting quietly, holding hands, taking turns resting heads on each other’s shoulders, lost in themselves, oblivious to their surroundings, a picture perfect moment, like nothing can go wrong now.
I saw once a mom and her kid, his head on her lap, she was telling him a story, I would like to imagine of kingdoms and fairies, of happy endings,
then one time an old man and his grand-daughter, unwinding after a long tiring fishing expedition, giving high fives rejoicing in work well done, content with their catch for the day
Sometimes, a guitarist sits there all by himself, a sticker laden acoustic guitar to keep him company, with a shy smile on his face, as his contagious passion, some forgotten songs and a few melodious tunes fill the air
And then there is this old lady, from one of the asian countries, I am not sure which one. I have seen her many a times, sitting alone on the swing, staring into the illusive horizon, past the lake, with a longing in her eyes for something she cannot have, she probably misses her country, her family, a loved one. I have no idea what her story is, but she looks worn out and helpless, as if something bothers her so much that though she tries, all her attempts to find peace are futile, even in a place like this. I feel like going and giving her a hug, may be someday I will!
And when I am here, which is very often, I am generally out for a walk or a run, or with some grumpy friends, pushed out of their beds unwillingly on weekend mornings for some fresh air and yoga (which they later thank me for :)) or I simply sit on the swing, sipping a cup of tea from my red and yellow to-go coffee mug, listening to the water and the song birds as I embrace the peace and happiness that this place brings to anyone who decides to spend some time here.
In response to the Weekly photo challenge : Favorite place
What a lovely spot! It looks so serene & inviting!
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It indeed is! Thanks for dropping by and sharing your thoughts.
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so much I like about this post – the photo stands alone with mood and inviting vibes.
then your personal shares were intimate and just enough to make this almost feel like a literature piece – really – the dscriptions of who you observed and the possible story the mom was telling – so good.
and loved this:
“…with some grumpy friends, pushed out of their beds unwillingly on weekend mornings for some fresh air and yoga (which they later thank me…”
ahhh
the reminder that we need others in our life!
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Thank you for dropping by and taking the time to share your thoughts. I am glad you liked both the pic and the write up!
Though I took this photo on a quiet morning, when I see it I always have some sort of stop motion video playing in my head, with people sitting, chatting, leaving, more people coming in… and I wanted to share it with the readers, hence the additional twenty odd sentences that follow the photograph when I could have stopped at ‘my favorite place by the nearby lake’ 🙂
P.S. Your blog “priorhouse” seems like a “powerhouse”. So many interesting topics, I look forward to reading your posts.
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thanks for your nice reply!
🙂
it adds even more to this cool post
and looking forward to connecting via blogland
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