Lazing under the tree from my childhood, it brings me the best of peace. This was my favourite little spot and still is. The sky was just so vast and wide that it mesmerizes me. Drawing me into its depths with each passing day as I laid down the tree, gazing up at it. I felt that at times when I tried reaching out for it, I would be able to feel the clouds.

The cool feeling of the gentle breeze, whistling past my ears. The soft steps of clouds that seems to paint that dazzling blue sky with its shapes. The softness and cool droplets of water that seems to well up into little springs just waiting patiently for someone to go in for a dip. How enchanting it is, it is like a drug to me.

From the time I found this perfect spot, I never stop drowning in its’ magic. So deep and fast I fall, that I never realized it. The wonders that each day brings. I continue to come back here whenever I could and gaze up into the sky with such wonder. Each time a different experience, emotion and feel from the next. My addiction, my drug.

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