Soundwalk
I decide to take my soundwalk in Central Park–the hidden patch of nature that NYC has to offer–on a cold Saturday afternoon. Comparable to the summer, Central Park is not too packed.
As I walk along the the path, I hear the leaves crunching under me, this lets me know that fall is officially here. There is the "pat pat pat" of the dogs as they have their afternoon walk. An occasional bark. The birds go about chirping through the trees. The squirrels are gathering their food, occasionally stopping to inspect the human in front of them.
The runners' pace cuts the air all around.
Behind the scenes, there is the raccoon family quietly making their way around. The tourists' camera clicks and loud talk about where they are going to next.
Lovers' kisses and whispers.
Then we get to my favorite place, Bethesda Terrace, oh, do you hear the smooth jazz music? The way the echo bounces off the wall and the way it fills your ears? How I wish I could stay here, hand in hand, just taking everything in–listening.
As I walk along the the path, I hear the leaves crunching under me, this lets me know that fall is officially here. There is the "pat pat pat" of the dogs as they have their afternoon walk. An occasional bark. The birds go about chirping through the trees. The squirrels are gathering their food, occasionally stopping to inspect the human in front of them.
The runners' pace cuts the air all around.
Behind the scenes, there is the raccoon family quietly making their way around. The tourists' camera clicks and loud talk about where they are going to next.
Lovers' kisses and whispers.
Then we get to my favorite place, Bethesda Terrace, oh, do you hear the smooth jazz music? The way the echo bounces off the wall and the way it fills your ears? How I wish I could stay here, hand in hand, just taking everything in–listening.
Good job conveying the mood, Scarlett. Bethesda Terrace is wonderful. Nice taste.
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