Endless

I walked to the park and took photographs of flowers and insects and birds. I walked along the creek and saw insects striding across the water. I saw a bird hunting for worms on the grass and snapped a photo of a worm dangling from its beak. I saw a honeybee burrow its body into a purple flower and come out with its face covered in pollen. I saw kids riding their bikes and swinging on swings. I saw a man sitting alone by a table, his gaze turned toward the trees and the quiet. As I kept walking, I wondered why I’ve never walked this way before. I kept discovering new things, new sights, new sounds, new experiences. Is this what the world is like? Vast and beautiful and endless?