It was a lovely, wonderful and bright afternoon, without any clouds in the sky. The steam from the morning fog had not lifted, giving everything a bizarre quality. The darkness fell, as the colours became washed-out and faded. I entered the park the colours of the different shades of green on the trees catch my eyes. The sounds of the singing birds were so beautiful I could dance around. The trees rustle, their thick, luxuriant leaves cover people picnicking from the golden blazing sunlight, a light breeze cooling them down. A man lying sunbathing on the luxuriant green grass, the light strong fragrance of the flowers wafting through up my nose and the air along with the unique smell of the freshly natural grass.
The sun is shining brightly in the clear blue. A flock of swallows smoothly, elegantly and perfectly on this tranquil hot summer's day. A gentle cool breeze passes by swiftly across the huge park and everywhere. On the far right-hand corner a white truck selling it’s rich, cold and creamy products to a long line of ice cream cravers waiting to be served. You could hear the sounds of the children playing around and the jogger’s footsteps as they hit the contreate ground. Children sprinting excitingly towards the bell of the ice cream van, it is a familiar tune carried on the warm summer breeze, the soft touch of the cream so creamy and delicious dropping down your hands as it starts to melt. Families with swimming costumed children paddle in the paddling pool, the look on them with laughter and delight making memories.
I can hear the sound of tennis balls being hit heavily repeatedly back and forth on the courts behind me. Two young men have strolled down with their bowls to have a leisurely afternoon game, their sweaters casually around their waist, their caps on to protect their skin. A beautiful large apple green earthy colour water full of noisy ducks that swim around the lily pads to eat the bread, thrown in by the children. Ladies roaming around with their pet dogs barking, a summer in the park.