A gentle breeze swept through the air as I strolled down the cobblestone path. As the sun began its final descent of the day, a fiery red hue illuminated the sky above me. I glanced around, taking in the pure serenity of the park. I could just make out the gentle sloshing of the river up ahead. The solicitous song of an anxious robin rang through the tops of the mighty oaks, as the bird called for his lover. As the melodious mating call played its irresistible tune, the whole park stopped to take in the tranquility; the rustling of the wind in the bushes came to a halt, the flow of river ahead ebbed into silence, and the setting sun lingered in the horizon, engulfed in the beauty of nature. Gracefully gliding past through the awestricken woods, a female robin swooped towards the highest oak to answer love's call.
Suddenly the park came back to life, as if a magic spell had been lifted from its premise. The rustling of the leaves proceeded from the blustery wind, the river surged full force ahead, and the birds swarmed from every direction calling out for their mates as they flew swiftly by. It was precisely at this moment that the significance of this night finally hit me. It was April 22, the day that people all over the world spend time to care for and appreciate nature at its finest: earth day. Just like the birds soaring in the radiant sky above me, I too would celebrate nature through the most natural urges for pleasure deep within the heart of the park. I could only imagine what Sophie would like after all these years, running down from the hills, her silky brown hair blowing gently back across her sparks of delight glistening in her eyes.
