Till then, it shall be

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The waters reach the peak and cascaded downwards. The wind blows and a mist forms. The cool mist rushes over me. It is but fleeting however, moving as the wind wills it to move. Slowly the waters decrease and the fountain stops spewing. All is silent.

I saw a couple of birds, never seen those types before, tiny yellow bellied ones. They made a nest amongst the floating plants, and they danced above the water, soaring high into the trees and returning back to their little home.

I find serenity here. And as I sat on the rear seat of my bike, I dream of sharing this little magical place, that quiet pleasant solitude would be replaced with quiet pleasant company.

Then it'll be somewhere only we know.

The bright blue skies began to turn grey, water droplets fall on me. Ripples began to form on the water surface. I got back on my bike and left.

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