On Monday, I walked down to my local canel and watched ducks feast on scattered bits of breadcrumbs, floating lonely on the wavy waters.

On Tuesday, I touched the bark of an oak tree, stood tall and proud like a king in his kingdom. 

On Wednesday, I heard the pitter-patter of the rain dripping down onto the lonely road like a lost labradoodle trotting along the path, pit pat.

On Thursday, I caught the tear of a phoenix glowing bright red in the evening sky.

On Friday, I captured the roar of a lion echoing across the land like a rabbit hopping to its hole.

On Saturday, I watched as the morning sky lit up with joy and happiness.

On Sunday, I picked up the feather of a kingfisher as it flew over the pond, the wind blowing my hair back like a superhero’s cape in the breeze.