The picture only shows an image of tree taken under it.
It seems that the sun is up high and the day is burning at its highest.
The leaves are green and abundant, spilling slits of sunlight on its trunk.
The soft wind making the twigs dance was captured mid-sway.
It was definitely a calm and relaxing day.
But the picture only shows an image of a tree taken under it.
Not the image of whoever took the picture and whatever is happening behind the lenses of that Polaroid.
It might be a girl with his man lying on his lap, taking the photo.
A child taking random shots of everything.
Or a girl lying beside the grave of her love taking the summer shot of their tree.
And nobody would ever know.
Because whatever is in the photo can only explain its story and not the story of the one taking it.