A Walk Through the Park

A path lit by old-fashioned lamps moves through the park in every direction. Trees and grass still live in this place, and benches are scattered for weary old legs. Leaves that once hung from trees, now litter the ground, colors of brown, orange, and faded green. Autumn is here and the air, crisp and clear, awaits with anticipation of winter frost. The park at night is a spectacular sight as walking for hours takes you places unknown. There is a fountain deep within this labrynth, three stories high, filled with coins of passerbys. Or one may leave the path and create one of there own, venturing to places not so commonly known. A river runs along one side of the park, serving as tributary to a lesser frequented pond. Full of cattails and bullfrogs, tis quite the scene, for artists and poets to contemplate self plight. Light from houses way up in the hills, bounces off the water elongating it frills. When deep enough along into forested grounds, all that is viewed is through starry night light. Then when you are lost and may never return, an owl from above, *hoots*, breaking the silence. Your journey nears end as daylight soon breaks, but you'll always remember that solitary night. This park is unique and exists within the mind, for those who choose to follow, peace they will find.This is just a walk through one of my favorite past times. I love walking through parks at night. This my mental solitude as I frequently disappear into my own mind and walk along the paths and venture into the woods. There I find all sorts of splendor and inspiration. Written November 19th, 2001 © on Nov 18 2001 03:39 PM PST   0 • 12