Timothy Nagornyi

Short Rest on the Reeds

It was a warm spring day, almost summer, and I was biking around my small town. Birds were chirping, nature finally waking up from its yearly slumber, when I noticed the day had a glowing quality to it. Light shimmered and weaved through branches of trees with their rich green leaves, still young and bright. I had a sudden spark of inspiration, and I realized what I needed to do.