One Afternoon in Autumn

Deep in the meadow, hidden amidst the tall Lilac trees sits a small pond. It is calm, serene. There is no sound except the lulling of a stream emptying itself into it. The overflowing water runs into a new stream that passes through the meadow.

A distant crow caws in the tree above. Woosh. The breeze ruffles leaves of the trees. An occasional falling leaf creates ripples on the surface. A winged dragonfly hovers over water. It is joined by a few more.

Plop! A frog jumps into the pond. Plop! Plop! It is joined by two more.

It is night. A lone man runs along the meadow, ploughing a weary path. He is on the run. He takes shelter, under lilac trees and closes his eyes to the gentle swaying breeze. Silence speaks in unmeasured tones and soothes his dreading heart. Tonight, he will sleep.