The forest (Part-3)

violet_24

June 10, 2025

The temperature was dropping. A cool, moist breeze brushed against my skin, carrying the shivering chill of evening fog. I put down my backpack and sat down under a tree beside the pond, savouring the ethereal beauty of the picturesque sight in front of me. The view was magical and dreamy, transporting my soul to a place beyond reality: a heavenly world of reveries and oblivion. I felt the burden of my life lift off my shoulders instantly, as a lingering feeling of tranquility and reminiscence dwelled in my mind; I wish this moment would last forever.
A resonant wail of a common loon pierced through the quiet moment for the last time. My gaze instantly rested on a shadowy figure of a bird at a far distance, swimming elegantly across the pond amidst the delicate rolling mist. I took out my little camera and aimed at the surreal sight, hoping to capture the most bewitching scene of the bird floating on the water. The aperture of my camera closed with a click—what a perfect moment!
Dusk was falling soon, and the sun was slowly setting into the sky. But it wasn’t a bother for me at all. I could set up camp beside the pond and stay the night here. I keep sitting on the bank, gazing at the vibrancy of the sky shifting from orange to pink. The sun had already faded into the horizon as nightfall settled.

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The temperature was dropping.

A cool, moist breeze brushed against my skin, carrying the shivering chill of evening fog.

I put down my backpack and sat down under a tree beside the pond, savouring the ethereal beauty of the picturesque sight in front of me.

The view was magical and dreamy, transporting my soul to a place beyond reality: a heavenly world of reveries and oblivion.

I felt the burden of my life lift off my shoulders instantly, as a lingering feeling of tranquility and reminiscence dwelled in my mind;. I wished this moment would last forever.

I think the past tense of to dwell is dwelt but, for some reason, dwelled feels like an ongoing feeling of dwelling in the past and dwelt feels abrupt. I can't explain it but it feels like dwelled works well here; like a dream.

AThe resonant wail of a common loon pierced through the quiet moment for the last time.

My gaze instantly rested on a shadowy figure of a bird at a far distance, swimming elegantly across the pond amidst the delicate rolling mist.

I took out my little camera and aimed it at the surreal sight, hoping to capture the most bewitching scene of the bird floating on the water.

The aperture of my camera closed with a click—what a perfect moment!

Dusk was falling soon, and the sun was slowly setting into the sky.

But it wasn’t a bother for me at all.

I could set up camp beside the pond and stay the night here.

I keept sitting on the bank, gazing at the vibrancy of the sky shifting from orange to pink.

The sun had already faded into the horizon as nightfall settled.

The forest (Part-3)

The temperature was dropping.