The wind in the trees lured me in. The soft sound of water falling slowed my steps. The spirit of the trees beckoned me to sit down and enjoy the serenity. If you love trees, then you will love this park.
The laundry line gently blew in the wind. The old tenant buildings drew a stark contrast against the fence line. The sprinkler hit it’s target spot on and provided a nice mist.
Walking farther towards the far end of the park, I discovered an abandoned boarded up two story building. It looked so forlorn, hoping to be filled with people again someday.
Noticed a girl walking towards me from the occupied building, muttering and talking to herself and an imaginary friend. We walked alongside each other for a time, but she did not see me. Hope her imaginary friend is good to her.
Lie down on a blanket under the trees. Listen and watch as the wind gently caresses the trees leaves. If you stay long enough you can hear the trees speak. They are strong here.