Today I took a bike ride down to a local park. When I got there it reminded me of how much it had changed. However, there was one thing that struck me the mos:

the pond.



Once upon a time, this park use to have a lot of trees. Behind these trees was a path that was visible but was longer than it looked. If went past the point where it twisted, you lost sight of the main area and found the pond. The pond was shallow and dirty, but it was the only place nearby that was almost private. I would always feel so alone and serine, or , for a brief moment, I could pretend that I was in the woods.


But with many things in life, change happened. They cut down all the trees, saying that they did so because most of the trees were not native to the area. The expanded the pond, cleaned it out, put a few fish in there, and WHAM! it was a fish pond, complete with a fish cleaning center.


I will never forget how I felt in those trees, by that pond, and it a shame I didn't spend more time there.

But move on we must...