A Beautiful Sunny Day at the Park Down the street from my house, where you can see the sun finally coming up for a bright autumn day, sits an old wooden park bench. As I made my way down there I started thinking about how great it was going to be to enjoy being outside on such a nice day. I could not wait to just sit and observe the many people who will be in that same park, under the same beautiful trees, and under the same bright sun. It had been a while since I had just sat alone and watched the world around me go by and I was really looking forward to a quiet, peaceful day at the park.
As the bright orange sun was peaking through the horizon, the bright blue sky was bare of clouds and there was a light mist in the cool, crisp, morning air. The air was fresh and clean, and you could smell the dew in the air. The grass was wet and beginning to turn slightly brown. The ground was covered with a blanket of colorful leaves that had fallen from the trees like snow, leaving some of the branches almost bare. Many people walked by the old wooden park bench that sat there in the middle of the park.
Some were in a hurry, off to school or work, others were slowly walking through the wide cement walking paths, enjoying and taking in the beautiful autumn morning. It soon turned pretty quiet with the only sounds heard were the footsteps of those walking by and cars in the distance. Along came a young woman jogging up to the wooden park bench. She quickly placed her left foot onto the bench, which was still wet from the morning dew. She bent over and quickly tied her lace that had become untied while she was running.
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Within seconds she was back on the path jogging through the park, making her way through the wet leaves. As the day continued, the sun beamed down from the sky, shining through the branches of the trees in the park and casting shadows on the walking paths. In the spots where the sun did peak through, it provided a soothing blanket of warmth. Holmes 2 The bright blue sky had recently began to cloud over in some areas. Along the path came a young couple, walking hand-in-hand.
They walked up to the old wooden park bench and took a seat with the sun shining down on them, keeping them warm from the cool breeze that was in the air. They just sat next to each other and watched as all the people walked by. We could hear children laughing as they came running down the path with their school bags on their backs, and then the school buses began making their way down the busy streets. Soon it was busy with all the people hustling and bustling their way home. The wind was blowing the crispy leaves around in circles on the pathway.
It smelled like an autumn day; the smell of fireplaces burning and the crisp, cool fall air and reminded me that Halloween was coming. The couple soon got up from the bench and continued on with their walk through the park. Later on that night, as the sun began to fall, the clouds had banished from the sky and it was a beautiful autumn evening. The air was getting cooler and the slight breeze had now picked up a little. Slowly walking down the path came an older woman carrying a couple of grocery bags.
She came up to the park bench and slowly sat down, putting her bags on the cold cement ground by her feet. She was old and looked like she needed to rest and catch her breath. She just sat quietly, hunched over on the bench for a while, and all I could hear were the cars speeding by in the background. There was no one else around in the park; it was deserted, very calm and quiet. There was still enough sunlight outside so that I could see the mixture of the beautiful, golden colors on the leaves.
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With the different shades of yellow, orange, red, brown and green blanking the ground, making it look like an elegant carpet. I could see the bare branches of the trees hovering over her head, swaying in the breeze. Then all of a sudden the old woman reached down and grabbed her grocery bags, and slowly walked down the path. Now, as the wooden park bench sits empty there in the park, the sky is darkening and the sun is shrinking into the western sky.
The street lights suddenly turn on, guiding a path of light through the walkways in the park, and it is still very quiet, not a soul in sight. The only sounds are the few cars Holmes 3 driving by in the background, and the sound of the leaves slowly blowing around on the ground. The clouds have rolled in and nighttime has fallen, the sky is empty, with no moon and no stars able to through the black sky. As for the old wooden park bench, it too, sits alone in the dark, empty park just waiting for someone to come sit and enjoy the scenery of another beautiful autumn day.
