It was a warm sunny day; you were walking across a field of flowers, when you saw him. He seemed so peaceful, sketching in his sketchbook…so you couldn’t help but keep visiting the same spot near your home, where he’d always be, sitting on a tree stump in the middle of all the grass and wildflowers.

One day, when you were sitting in the grass playing with a bunny, he notices you; he closes his sketchbook and walked to you while you were distracted.

“..Hello.”

His voice was soft.