This peacock clearly misunderstood the dress code—it’s way too overdressed.

As I rounded the corner of the trail near the Band Rotunda, a burst of color caught my eye. There it stood—a peacock in all its unapologetic glory. Its feathers fanned out like a living kaleidoscope, each eye-shaped marking seeming to watch the world with quiet confidence. I stepped closer, careful not to disturb its regal pose. The sunlight played tricks on its plumage, shifting hues between emerald green and sapphire blue as if nature itself couldn’t decide which shade suited it best. For a moment, it felt as though I had stumbled into an ancient ritual—one where beauty was both a weapon and a shield. The bird held its ground as if daring me to look away first.