Aday at the Park Trying to escape from a busy life and just have somealone time by myself, I found a place that was flat, and wide with beautifullawn.
The place I had found was a little spot at the Riverwalk in Tuscaloosa. Everythingabout this place was everything I needed and more for that day. I took a walkaround the trail when it was dawn, the sun was peeking from behind the clouds,the clouds were slowly moving trying to cover the sun, the light was somethinglike light coming from a bulb.
I begin to take a deep breath with my eyesclosed, and I got the smell of fresh morning air seeking through my nose. I proceededwalking through the trail with my picnic basket full of food. As I was walking I came to an open spot on the green lawnjust the right place for my picnic. There was a nice view of the river in frontof me.
I was greeted by the gentle breeze, attacking me to the ground. The grasswas freshly cut thin but soft as a kitten’s fur, the fresh green color was likea fresh bag of spinach, the clouds were lovely like cotton candy, they hadformed different shapes floating in the sky. As I was laid out on the lawn, I couldsee children flying their kites and couples of all ages walking their dogs orjust out enjoying the beautiful morning scenery and breeze. I get up and begin to twirl around in the grass, I couldhear the rustling sound when I am stepping on the grass, it was clear and shortbut would disappear when I stopped.
The water was slowly moving along theriver, it looked so refreshing and calm. If I would have had a floaty I wouldhave floated on down the river peacefully worrying about nothing. I can see theripples of water passing by the pier, followed by a long-lasting sound ofexpiration and inspiration, just like a kid getting chased around the block bythe neighbor’s dog taking deep breaths. As time went by, the sunset appeared in front of me, theriver was gulping down the big red apple, and the sunlight is reflected by theriver. The sky has begun to turn gray and the black shadow is gulping down thelight like a thirsty baseball player on a hot Summer day. The sharp razor madeof ripples keep punching the back of the river, the rock in the middle of theriver was drowning, the rock tried to stay afloat but couldn’t it was beginningto suffer.
Whoever thought relaxing at the park would be a nicething to do. I think I have found my new go to place when I want to get awayfrom everything and everybody and just relax. Sometimes we just need some timeto ourselves to take a break from everyday life like school, work and children(if you have them).