A Morning Walk After the Rain

I stepped into the garden right after the rain — the air was soaked with freshness, and the sky still echoed with the softness of clouds. Everything around glistened as if washed by magic. My camera, resting in my pocket, seemed to ask to be used.

The first thing that caught my eye was a tender pink rose. It looked like it had just awakened from a rainy slumber, its petals still damp, gently illuminated by the diffused light. I lifted my camera and took a shot — I simply had to capture this delicate beauty.

Next, I leaned in toward the leaves. Each one sparkled with drops like emerald crystals. Some trembled slightly in the breeze, while others clung firmly to the veins. I focused on the droplets — each reflecting the green heart of the garden.

Another shot — a branch, richly covered in glistening drops, forming a mosaic of nature. At that moment, I wasn’t thinking about composition or technique — I was simply absorbing the silence and beauty around me. And every photo became a memory, a piece of morning calm that I wanted to share.

Ps. I took the photo myself with my Samsung A34, and used ChatGPT to help prepare the text. Of course, I made the key edits by hand.