The city of Gardenia is a bustling metropolis where its neon-lit streets are always filled with noise and energy. High-rise buildings tower above, casting long shadows on the bustle below. Amidst the chaos of the city, I reside in one of the high-rise buildings near Gardenia’s city center.
I have always been fascinated by the city’s vibrancy, but stifled in allowing myself a space where my creativity could flow and flourish. I’d search for solace in the subways but anything street level or below was a wash.
One evening, as the sun began to set and Gardenia bathed in the warm glow of purple and orange hues, I met up with a close friend. She spoke of a place near the center of the city amongst the high-rises. “It may be what you’re looking for..”, she said.
I decided to check it out.
I arrived at the floor of a semi-abandoned complex and took this creaky elevator to the rooftop. The light from each floor passed in what felt eternal. When I reached the top the elevator doors slowly opened. There it was — my sanctuary.
The garden was a serene paradise, a lush oasis amidst the concrete and steel of the city. Wooden beams draped in ivy towered overhead, casting a dappled shade on the garden’s many paths. A sea of vibrant gardenias, with their delicate white petals and sweet fragrance, filled the air with their perfume. Other flowers, such as vibrant dahlias and striking orchids, added a riot of color to the garden. There were no sounds of traffic or city noise to interrupt the tranquil stillness, just the gentle hum of bees and the rustling of leaves in the breeze.
I could not believe it. I stepped out into this secret oasis — a garden filled with every flower in near full bloom. The sweet scent filled the air, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me. This feeling was intoxicating and the rooftop, felt as though it was untouched by human hands. Someone has to be coming up here; tending to its beauty.
As I walked through the garden’s meandering paths, my eyes feasted on a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. Each turn revealed a new delight as I brushed past tall lilies and delicate hydrangeas, their petals tickling my fingertips. I would pause to admire the intricate patterns of a butterfly’s wings or the intricate architecture of a spider’s web. All the while, the scent of the gardenias lingered in the air, soothing my senses and transporting me to a world of peace and tranquility.
The garden was a world away from the chaos of the city below, a place where I could find inspiration and let my creativity run wild.
Sitting on a bench that overlooked a few of the skyscrapers, I took out my notebook and a pen. The city’s noises had faded in the background. I found myself lost in writing, filling the pages with thoughts and ideas.
For a while, I forgot about the world outside the garden. The night deepened and I was awoken by the distant sounds of a locomotive trains carrying cargo away from the city.
Gardenia, she never stops moving
Closing my notebook, I stood up. I knew that I had found what I had been looking for. The garden had become my refuge, a place where I could let my imagination run wild and find the inspiration I needed to create something truly special.
This is pure.
Roadmap to follow
