Large clouds are floating all over the sky, but benign and friendly looking. Their thick forms sink to the river, broken by winds, lost between ripples and waves, mingling with sunlight. The river thus becomes heavier and goes slower. Along the railway, seasonal vines and wild flowers, growing and creeping upon chain link fences, create miles of summer garden walls, as if deliberately designed to attain the highest form of beauty - natural beauty. And two young girls in strapless dresses, carrying on a conversation on the lawn, their golden hair glowing in the summer breeze, compete a painting that makes Monet's Woman Sitting under the Willows loose glamour. In a tree shadow, you withdraw your eyes from far, and are pleased by those little things around you. Just within your arm's reach, your camera finds five types of clover with different leaves. You also notice two small plants that have a similar look. As you are wondering if they are related, you see some more mature plants of them near the water: one has purple flowers bearing berries that are turning into shiny red, while the other is blooming in clustered tiny pink petals with no fruit (nor the sign of bearing fruit). Guess things can look different yet related, and they can also look related but fundamentally different.
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