A summer run to Winter Park left me with some time to paint before the afternoon showers. The air was warm and fragrant, filled with the scent of lush greenery and blooming flowers. I found a quiet spot near the lake, where the gentle lapping of water against the shore created a soothing backdrop.

With each stroke of the brush, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. The world slowed down; I could hear the distant calls of birds and the rustling leaves in the gentle breeze. I embraced the fleeting moment before the rain, knowing that soon the skies would darken.

As the clouds rolled in, I added the final touches to my painting, capturing the tranquility of the scene before me. The atmosphere transformed into a soft, diffused light, mellowing the colors just as the first drops of rain began to fall. I packed up my materials, grateful for the opportunity to create in such a peaceful setting, knowing that the essence of Winter Park would linger in my memory and on my painting.