My family and I have visited Brackenridge Park for many years now, beginning from a time where my line of vision extended only a few feet off the ground to the beginning of my time at university. Granted, my height might not have changed much, but time certainly has. Brackenridge Park easily surpassed the dreaded McAllister Park (dreaded because as a child, I hated nothing more than spending hours walking through the never-ending park in the middle of the burning heat that Satan himself would have gladly called his home) as my family’s go-to park. Even now as I sit here in the grass in a secluded area underneath a tree, I cannot help but think of my relationship with this park, a park who, like my parents, has watched as I grew up to become
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Sight tends to dominate my senses and I choose to rely on it frequently, but for now I wish to let the other senses have a chance to take in the nature around me. Loss of one sense can serve to heighten the others. I can hear the animalistic noises from the zoo behind me, however, there is the absence of human voices mixed in with the cries of the animals. This is due to the fact that the zoo has already closed for the day and all its visitors have gone back home. Absent from my location is also the tolling of the train’s bells. The train station is located to my right, however as with the zoo, it is after hours and visitors are not around. The grass beside me rustles as the wind blows through it and in my ear I can hear it whistling. It is not a particularly strong gust of wind, yet it causes the blades of grass and tree branches to do a slight dance, or at least this is what I gather from the quiet swishing of my surroundings as I keep my eyes shut. The wind brings with it the earthly smell of the ground, the distinct smell of freshly mowed lawns, and from further away, the smell of grilled meat. On weekends, the park is filled with families celebrating birthdays or other big events, so this smell is not uncommon. However, because I have not eaten recently, I place this smell into the back of my mind. It is better not to dwell on this thought right
Sight tends to dominate my senses and I choose to rely on it frequently, but for now I wish to let the other senses have a chance to take in the nature around me. Loss of one sense can serve to heighten the others. I can hear the animalistic noises from the zoo behind me, however, there is the absence of human voices mixed in with the cries of the animals. This is due to the fact that the zoo has already closed for the day and all its visitors have gone back home. Absent from my location is also the tolling of the train’s bells. The train station is located to my right, however as with the zoo, it is after hours and visitors are not around. The grass beside me rustles as the wind blows through it and in my ear I can hear it whistling. It is not a particularly strong gust of wind, yet it causes the blades of grass and tree branches to do a slight dance, or at least this is what I gather from the quiet swishing of my surroundings as I keep my eyes shut. The wind brings with it the earthly smell of the ground, the distinct smell of freshly mowed lawns, and from further away, the smell of grilled meat. On weekends, the park is filled with families celebrating birthdays or other big events, so this smell is not uncommon. However, because I have not eaten recently, I place this smell into the back of my mind. It is better not to dwell on this thought right