Waiting for Breeze
Lying on the grassy slope of the hill, I gazed up at the vast blue sky, savoring a mo‐ment of peace away from the hustle and bustle of city life. The air was still, lacking even the slightest touch of a breeze, yet I felt utterly re‐laxed and carefree. Wildflowers bloomed exu‐berantly across the mountains and fields, paint‐ing a splendid and vibrant tapestry of colors.
The daisies stood tall and elegant, their white petals surrounding golden stamens that shone brightly in the sun, showcasing their vig‐orous vitality to the world. Nearby, violets nestled shyly among the grass, their gentle shade of purple adding a dreamy charm and a hint of mystery to the meadow.
A diminutive stream meandered through the terrain; its transparent waters concealed thepebbles and aquatic vegetation beneath. The stream gurgled softly, creating a delightful melody of nature. Occasionally, a few dead leaves floated onto the surface, drifting along with the current like tiny boats sailing into the distance.
Surrounded by this serene environment, I sensed the weight of my worries lifting, fading away like a distant memory. In that moment, I realized that life isn't solely about relentless am‐bition. There are times when we must embrace the stillness, much like the flowers and plants around us, allowing ourselves to be calm and patient. In that process of waiting, we can reex‐amine ourselves, savor the power of nature, and regain the peace that resides deep within our hearts.As the leaves rustled, a gentle breeze fi‐nally made its entrance, brushing against my face and carrying the fresh scents of grass and trees. I smiled, filled with anticipation for what lies ahead, all because I had taken the time to wait with a peaceful mind.