Morning Walks: A Memory of Peace
This picture takes me back to a beautiful time, about 6 or 7 years ago, when life felt so simple and pure. I used to wake up around 6 a.m. in the morning—especially during winter. Near our house, there was a park where my cousin and I would go for our morning walk. Those early morning walks gave me such a peaceful feeling, like starting the day with a calm and clear mind. Winter mornings in particular brought this cool, crisp air that made everything feel fresh and new.
The park was always full of life—people from every generation gathered there. There was a grandpas’ gang who would be doing yoga, while kids played all kinds of games. My cousin and I would just walk around, soaking in the peaceful atmosphere. One of my favorite things to do was collect fallen flowers on my way back home. I never plucked them from the plants; I always picked the ones that had fallen naturally from the trees.
In this picture, I remember collecting these beautiful yellow flowers, though I never learned their name. Do you know what they are? If you do, I’d love for you to comment and let me know! 🌼
Do you also have memories like this, where a simple routine brought you so much joy? If you do, feel free to share them with me. I’d love to hear your stories too!

