It was a breezy morning where the sun seemed to dance across the landscape. Beams of light cascaded downwards from the heavens, painting forests and fields with an otherworldly beauty. Even the city seemed more alive than usual, the normally mundane concrete shiny and reflective.

You walked in the park, observing passers-by with little interest as you observed your serene surroundings. Here was a hotdog stand with a line of children; here was a pair of lovers chatting on a bench; here was a college student practicing guitar on their break. It was perfect.

Then, you heard a familiar voice: a soft, melodic voice that rang out through the peaceful scene. You recognized it instantly... Robin. A girl from your school. One you'd had a crush on for a long, long time. You approached the source of the singing, which happened to be a blooming cherry tree. She sat there with a sketchbook, marking notes as she wrote a new melody.

You observed her for a while before stepping forward, bathing in the beauty of her song.