Glen oaks reserve
In the distance, a big blue river stretched out across the reserve. The rocks formed ripples as the water came reluctantly smashing in between them. The clouds flew up in the air making shade for the tall trees that rose up like skyscrapers in New York. Bushes made soothing rustling noises while the wind blew the leaves off the trees. My friend was standing by the river, with his iPad in front of his face taking pictures of the birds gliding across the sky, as his shadow laid on the grass, mirroring his every move.