The Taste Of Happiness by guscarletart on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

In this delicate strokes of ink, the semi-cooked rice paper comes alive with the vibrancy of spring. Here, amidst the whispering breeze and dappled sunlight, a picnic scene unfolds - a cherished memory that dances across the canvas of my mind.
As a child, our annual family field trip was a beacon of anticipation. Each year, my heart would flutter with excitement as my mother meticulously prepared home-cooked delicacies. The woven basket, brimming with love, held secrets of flavors waiting to be savored.
Our bicycles carried us along a winding path, tracing a six-mile circumference around a serene lake. The water mirrored the azure sky, and we pedaled with laughter, our wheels spinning tales of adventure. Along the way, we paused - our breaths stolen by the beauty of lake parks and historic bridges. These landmarks, like brushstrokes on memory’s canvas, remain vivid even now.
And there, under the of blossoming trees, we spread a white cloth - a canvas of our own. Fruits spilled forth - grapes, apples, and sun-kissed peaches. A straw hat rested beside a blue plate, its contents a main dish for the picnic, of course and tea was the one of ours favorites.
In that fleeting moment, we were suspended between worlds - the innocence of childhood and the yearning of adulthood. For isn’t it true? As children, we ache to grow up, to stretch our wings and taste the winds of independence. Yet, as the years weave their tapestry, we find ourselves longing for the simplicity of yesteryears - the carefree laughter, the unburdened hearts.
And so, this Chinese ink brush painting invites us to linger. It whispers of picnics and promises, of shared meals and sun-dappled memories. Perhaps, in its delicate strokes, we discover the truth: that the sweetest moments are etched not only on paper but within our souls.