Flying Free

[Deamon]

Yasmin looked around the park taking in all the light, movement and colour that she could, her camera hung from a strap around her neck. She had one hand holding onto it loosely while the other browsed through her iPod's music library. She needed to find something that suited her mood; otherwise she was going to struggle to focus her ideas into something cohesive. She decided that a specific artist wasn't going to help and so she once again turned to her specialised playlists.

Joy
Excitement
Sadness
Lonely
Anger
Freedom

Sadness and Lonely weren't the ones she needed and Anger was completely wrong. But then again she didn't real feel that Joy or Excitement were a good fit for her current mood. That left Freedom. She considered Freedom to be her favourite playlist for any occasion but it didn't really go well with Photography. She used it more for drawings; it was easier to represent freedom in a drawing. You had to wait for something specific to happen before you could take a photo of it and say it represented freedom. Not that Yaz liked to set out with a specific goal whenever she went out to take pictures but it was what tended to happen whenever she used the freedom playlist.

Sighing she moved to a bench and sat down. She'd been struggling to focus and it was annoying her. Normally she was able to just go out and take photos that were interesting and/or meaningful; but today she'd struggled to even make a photo interesting. She wasn't bored of Photography something just wasn't clicking in her head. She hadn't had a creative spark. She looked around; the park was filled to the brim with amenities. Their purpose was clearly to keep people happy. Yaz however thought that the park lacked trees. She could see a few dotted around and one was in front of her, all on its own. She lifted her camera to take a photo of it. As the first one saved into the camera memory some of the branches on the tree started to rustle. Yaz quickly raised her camera again in time to see a bird burst out of the leaves. She pressed down on the shutter button and hoped that the image didn't come out blurry.

She watched the bird speed upwards before levelling off and flying away from the park and into the city. She quickly snapped another photo of it. It felt good to have finally taken a photo of something that was interesting. They two photos on their own were interesting and together they could tell and interesting story. She was anxious to make sure they were both sharp images so she switched the camera to view mode. Luckily both images had come out sharp and in focus. Yaz smiled, her mood had increased dramatically and she could feel ideas forming in her head.

It was always amazing how one event caught in time could make people feel. Taking her iPod out of her pocket she went back into her playlists. Scrolling over the playlist she wanted and pressing play.

Freedom

It felt right.