It was an ordinary day as usual for me; I was taking a break from my usual job.
While walking along the brick road, I realized I had arrived at a single oak tree.
This oak tree was always there, whether in summer, spring, autumn, or winter.
So high and mighty, even though it was always alone, it stood there, unbothered by the changing seasons.
I approached the oak tree and sat under the shade it provided.
How pleasant it was to be under the tree's shade.
While I was enjoying the tranquility, a visitor appeared among the tree's branches.
It peeked at me with its small eyes, as if curious about my presence.
I smiled at this visitor.
It was a squirrel.
A small brown squirrel with a fluffy tail.
It approached me cautiously.
I stared at the squirrel, and it did the same.
For some time, we locked eyes until the squirrel lost interest and scurried away from the oak tree.
After a brief encounter, I sat a bit longer before walking again.
It was time for me to head home.