Park Insights

Monday, November 16, 2020

Park Insights

The time you get to read my thoughts inspired by the mundane yet vibrant moments spent walking in the park.

Hey folks, what's going on there in your part of the world?

Today, I'm going to share with you something I wrote based on the thoughts that came to me while I walked my walks. These observations were inspired or shall I say, triggered, by random scenarios in the park from the lens of your typical townie/garden lurker.

So, here it goes...


It's the kind of hot day that accentuates the stench of decay. Breezy with a herbal tinge of freshly cut grass in the air, birds chirpily chat and people going about their business, while there I am walking in the shade of swaying trees.

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It's hard to differentiate between a disturbed individual and the average person these days. Just a while ago, while walking around the park, l spotted a guy smiling a toothy grin from a corner of the bushy foliage and instantly felt a sense that l had to scram. Or at least, to keep a safe distance. Then, l thought to myself that he might be on the phone. Which was backed up by what I saw afterwards when he'd ended up walking a distance in front of me. The reflective screen held by his left hand as he walked happily ahead glinted as the sun glared. I settled into my walk.

Word of advice: Refrain from hysterically grinning while located in random bushes. You might be beaming from the sheer unadulterated happiness from a text message, yes. Good for you. An onlooker, on the other hand, has to prepare for sudden bursts of belligerence, whether real or imagined.

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The unwell man muttered something to himself as l breezed by. If I had noticed him, l would have taken a different path. Now that he'd noticed my presence, l kept a steady pace, head held high as l stomped by like l was unwell myself.

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I've seen the skirt guy around before and he'd pretty much kept to himself. Not today though. As I jogged right by him, he let out a full blown scream. A senior on his slow walk stopped and gave him (the screamer) a stare while I kept my jogging pace and wondered what on earth got to him. Did I catch him off his reverie? Well, my bad. I'd avoid him and his skirt the next time but oh well, I didn't because he was off my radar once again walking pass me by the opposite side completely immersed in his internal world.

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There was a lady that shouted something in my direction and l'd responded throwing sounds her way. Then, I got annoyed. A one-sided animated chat in the middle of a tranquil garden is a blasphemy. I made some sounds and started off into a different walking path.

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I smelled the aroma of urine and it lingered in contrast to the earthy scent of wet soil, grass and wild flowers. While the universal odor of urine a reminder of our oneness, public urination should at least be performed away from popular walking paths. Not that l applaud such a repugnant act, anyway, and I think, they're in no (mental)place to get to the loo. Well, perhaps some of them. I can empathize. They say it's the call of nature. Well, nature calls for a better location on your next carefree urine disposal.




shanaz@RS | 11:16 PM | Labels:

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