I sat there for a long time admiring the magnificent spires towering the city. A slight breeze cooled my face while I listened to the rustling leaves, the birds chirping nearby and the sound of visitors conversing as they walked along the garden path made of fine white gravel. I pulled my red notebook from my bag and began to write down my thoughts. I felt so grateful having this gift of time in my hands--no schedules to follow, just me and my camera wandering around an unfamiliar city. Then I felt a drop of water land on my head. I looked up and the faint sunlight disappeared behind the gray clouds. I let out a sigh. It was time to go. It was such a rare moment for me that I did not want it to end. I closed my notebook and stuffed it in my bag. I pulled out my camera and took this picture.