A Patch of Green Above the City

By Madan

I had been walking through the park for a while, not really looking for anything specific.

The summer heat was pressing down, but up here on the hill, a breeze kept things comfortable. I stopped near this spot because the light was doing something quiet — filtering through the leaves, softening the edges of everything. The city hummed below, but up here, all I could hear was the rustle of trees and a bird calling somewhere behind me.

I sat down on the grass for a few minutes. The clouds were moving slow, like they had nowhere to be. I watched them drift over the treeline, and for a moment, the whole world felt still.

That’s when I lifted my camera. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to remember this feeling — the green, the warmth, the quiet distance between me and the city below.