Returning to this urban park once more, he was finding himself deliberately acting on the impulsive desire to unravel the origin of his intriguing piece of red silky bow. He strolled...He observed...He breathed in the heart-rejuvenating scent of perfume roses missed unfortunately during his last visit. It was like an harmonious intertwine of a time-saving destiny with the beginning of an encounter with sentimentality. Hours after he resolutely changed his decision to give up attendance at a presentation conference that day to tarry in the park, the venue which housed the event had witnessed an unwarned power outage which led to indefinite cancellation and huge losses.
Rounding a corner, he proceeded to pause infront of a wide wooden public bulletin board which stood facing at a metre of concrete path distance from a row of climbing violet morning glory trellis. He guessed that the board was free for anyone's unobstructed use in order to promote a more collectivistic visitor community. He took a positive pleasurable opinion of such a thoughtful provision. Inching closer to study with surging interest of the bright and colourful contents pinned neatly and securely to ensure a lasting impression on viewers, he found everything worth a portion of his attention. Although he loved to read and reason regularly, those numerous grayscale newspaper clippings subconsciously evade his keen visual perception. Instead, he stepped sideway to the right most corner and cast an earnest glance at a set of unique snapshots that baffled his curious mind immensely.
They were all captures of not any inconspicuous and common pool or puddle in the middle of a long stretch of plain walk path, but priceless illusional summer mirages. He reached over to lay a cautious touch of his finger on one of the pictures which enticed him beyond logical knowledge. Not knowing why he was particularly drawn to this piece as if both the item of visual retention and himself were subliminally gravitated towards each other by an invisible mysterious force. As he peered upclose to the point that he could feel the strong heat of his breath reflected off the glossy surface back to his warming skin, he sacrificed another half-minute of tensed interval before the realisation dawned on him like the descend of a pure heavenly dove.
He sharply caught the sight of a feathery thin wisp of elusive golden strand crossing over an area of hardly a quarter-inch at one of the lower edges of the picture. In less than an instant of a centisecond, the semantic association networks of his cognitive power sprung into an unrestrainable train of action. Leaps and bounds of memories transported him back to the unmistakable awareness of the red ribbon kept resting within the protective comfort of a silvery diamond chest that now sat inside a locked drawer of his walk-in closet. Of course, a similar valuable strand of smooth unblemished golden yellow also accompanied its well-matched rose-red cloth of a treasure...