Finding My Rhythm

I set out on my journey in search of a spark of creativity. A spark that would awaken my mind and guide my hand passionately across the paper. There was a new page in my sketchbook just waiting for me to bring it to life.

After an hour of intense focus and unfortunate tunnel vision, I thought it was best to stop to catch my breath. I closed my eyes, turned my head to the sky and simply listened to the calming sounds of the woods. After enjoying my moment of peace, I slowly opened my eyes. Little did I know I was opening my eyes to a captivating view that I will always remember.

The treetops were playfully dancing with the wind to a rhythm only they understood. The graceful movements created a sense of harmony that made it feel as though time were standing still. At that moment, I knew an opportunity would soon present itself on my way back toward the old mill where my journey first began.