I went walking around Willow Pond. It was quite peaceful. Fish swam serenely. Birds sang above. Wind blew through my hair. Sunshine glittered upon grass. Happiness spread all around.

But then something sharp hit me.

“Ouch”

Looking down, blood covered the toe.

Without shoes, pain rocketed high.

Rocks lay everywhere. One had red dripping off. Yelling angrily and kicking crazily, harmful stone ended up getting kicked over a fence.

Continuing my walk with pain ends hard, but there is no choice.

Stumbling home, while having zero tranquility anymore turns out not fun.

Finally myself comes home.

Never going back again.