The park always seems to be the place we go when we want to relax. The
park is obviously a place of escaping the constraints of the world. People
are walking, children are playing, and the pace in general seems to be at a
more relaxed pace in the park. My visit to the park was one that I thought
would reveal a certain level of tranquility and peace. It did, until I
When I first arrived at the park, it was mid-morning and the air was
brisk and fresh. The breeze that rustled through the tree branches
immediately refreshed me. The sun danced brilliantly on the green leaves
as they swayed in the breeze. It even smelled nice. I found my way to a
bench in the shade where I would be fairly undisturbed as I observed my
Slowly drowning out the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze was
the sound of children playing. On the other side of the park, several
children were using the typical park accessories. Two children were
swinging and screeching in delight while three others spun around on an old
merry-go-round. Across from the swings a mother anxiously awaited her
small son at the bottom of a silvery slick slide. Watching the children
was very relaxing. The children on the merry-go-round were laughing and
tossing their heads back as the tiny hands gripped the metal bars. I was
instantly reminded of the dizzying feeling that spinning around caused. I
could not help but smile at the memory.
An older couple walked along the sidewalk that encircled the park. They
wore matching blue jackets and were holding hands. A few feet in front of
them a woman with a Walkman walked briskly. She was wearing a red baseball
cap and she carried small dumbbells in her hands. In the background, I
could hear a faint sound of traffic from a busy street. But overall, it
My attention was drawn away from the playing by a rustling sound j
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