The ground is still wet from the dew that has fell
Sun slowly rising over the hill
The word is a sleep
As I slowly creep
Though the fields and woods
With my camera in hand
I breathe in
Fresh air, the smell of spring
I pause as I take in my surroundings
With my ear buds in, Shaun Morgan singing only for me
The cool water seeping into my black converse
The perfect setting
For the perfect photograph
Before me, I raise my camera
Hold my breath
I snap the picture
The one I have been waiting for
I breathe out and smile
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