Hello to all my @Wednesdaywalk community. how are you all hope your doing great. I just want to share my Wednesday walk . This afternoon , the sun spilled into a garden like a warm greeting.Home sat at the edge of a quiet path half concrete, half earth surrounded by trees that whispered whenever the breeze passed.
The tall black gate was her boundary, not to keep the world out, but to remind her where her sanctuary began. Ferns draped over its edge like curious guests peeking into the road beyond.
Outside the gate, puddles reflected the sky leftovers from last night’s rain. The path beyond was wild, softened by grass and framed by towering palms. It was the kind of road that made travelers slow down, wondering what lay at its end.
The road curved gently, swallowed by coconut trees, tangles of vines, and bushes heavy with dew. She knew every bend, every patch of grass that stubbornly grew between the tire marks. This was the road her grandparents used to walk, the road her parents still traveled, the road she had run barefoot on during storms and summer afternoons alike.
And the sun shone brightly as she walked past their gray metal gate. Leaves swayed above her head, dappling the ground with dancing shadows. At the corner, the crooked lamp post stood silently,
Past the academy was a smaller path lined with palms and old houses. Sunlight filtered through the fronds, making the whole place glow like a memory. There, hidden from the road, stood another old lamp post this one painted in fading red and white, half swallowed by nature. Beneath it, carved into the trunk of a nearby tree, were initials
Every lamp post, every tree, every dusty stretch had stories tucked beneath them stories of people who lived here, loved here, dreamed here.
Where the wind carried the scent of coconuts and warm earth, there stood an old tree that had watched the world longer than anyone else. Its branches spread wide like open arms, giving shade to anyone who sought refuge beneath it.
Sunlight filtered through the thick leaves, scattering gold over the yard. The wind danced through the branches, making the leaves murmur like they were whispering secrets from long ago. The grass grew tall and wild, swaying like an ocean of green around the house.
In a quiet street where the sun always seemed a little warmer and the trees a little greener, There was a dirt road that everyone simply call the path.
Every afternoon, the leaves of the big trees cast dancing shadows on the ground, like nature whispering secrets. The old wooden houses stood proudly, wrapped in vines and coconuts, watching over the road like gentle guardians. Sometimes, when the breeze swept through, the trees rustled as though they were talking to one another about the people passing by.
Remember there are 7 creations of god. First Light and darkness, second The sky and sea, third Land, seas, and vegetation, fourth The sun, moon, and stars, fifth Birds and sea creatures, sixth Land animals and humans, seventh God rests.
All these pictures are beautiful and this is the work of our God how beautiful you are. so we need to take care of our environment so that our environment will be even more beautiful.
I hope your Wednesday is filled with brightness peace fresh air and a moment to enjoy life is simple joys and I'm so happy I got to share this peaceful afternoon walk with you all. Until next time happy walking everyone!