Descriptive Essay On A Walk In The Park

I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order. This quote by John Burroughs describes my diversion, outdoors. The outdoors is a place to free myself of all of my stresses and step away from urban living. The activities that I am participating in do not matter, as long as it is a new experience. Whether it is volunteering, trying a new restaurant, or simply going to the park, I appreciate the open-air on a beautiful sunny day. At the FSU reservation I would be able to swim in Lake Bradford on the hot days or rock climbing on the wall available on the site to destress or just to enjoy or a short getaway. Being outdoors also presents me with the opportunity to partake in the simple aspects of life that I would normally take for granted and take notice of the condition of my community.

I looked out the window and I saw my school, I could my little kids running and smiling around the playground, a few miles away the car slowly stopped. "We're here", I could hear my heart jump of happiness. We got off the car, I ran and opened the door.

Imagine enduring every day life being responsible for three kids without a companion to assist in support. The responsibility of raising three children alone is burdensome enough, but what if these children were the source of regret and pain each day as well? In the poem “In the Park,” Gwen Harwood portrays a woman who feigns satisfaction while talking to her “ex-lover,” but who is actually regretful that her life is devoted to her children, to emphasize the challenges involved in motherhood, especially raising children without a father.

A backpacking trip in Red River Gorge Kentucky makes my senses come alive. I love to go out into the unknown for a week or weekend and the best way to do this is to pack a bag, get in the car and drive till something good comes before you. Only then can one experience the true nature to express its beauty.

It was a vibrant, colourful day in the countryside. A woman was lucky to have a time off and relax in the heavenly and comfortable side of the world. A calm stream ran down near the bottom of the hill and it was the perfect time to have a picnic. She gazed at the clear blue sky and the bright sun’s rays of light shone on her as if she was someone special. After finishing her sandwich, she began to set off home because it was getting quite dull. She started her car. And drove off. And came to find, she was back where she was. Again. She tried again and tried not to get lost. Lost. She was lost. “What should I do now?” she thought.

It’s a big field of tall wild grass. By the time i get there the sun is low enough that the rays shine along the very tips of the blades. You can see all of the fuzzy particles floating around in the wind and i imagine each one is its own universe, as vast and as big as the one i'm in. There is a stillness that makes everything seem okay, not that anything isn't okay it’s just better there. I still get that embrace in the grass , although it is much dryer than the tropics, i could never figure out why. I prefer going alone, or with my grandpa. Once i tried bringing one of my friends when i was around 10 but the only thing she could talk about was her favorite colored pencil. From then on i realized two things: one,sometimes people don't appreciate things the way they should ,and two, if you don't want to get bummed out just leave Autumn Yeller at the edge of the

It was a bright and sunny day in the big city of, Big City. Everyone in the city was full of joy and was very exuberant and upbeat. Dan was out and about like he normally was, he always had something to do, but today was different. He realized that he should start his day in the park. Everything was perfect for him he felt like he didn’t have a care in the world. He was seeing everything in a bright and shiny way. He heard the sound of birds chirping all around him. The atmosphere was filled with clean uncut and unpolluted air that felt like it tasted like something that just came from heaven. He felt that he was in heaven everything felt so unique and wonderful that he began to run around and touch everything. Everyone look at him like he

When a person is feeling lost and refuses to express emotion they can lose themselves in nature and release emotion. Many people find peace in nature and find it easier to release stress due to nature’s relaxing and calming qualities. This poem creates a short yet sweet getaway for a reader who is unresolved or feeling unpleasant emotions.

Working with kids is what I did this summer, I had this one little girl , her attitude stink. Her name is Dasia, had to put her in timeout a good 5 times already . Me just constantly said stop Dasia ,don’t do that Dasia.Talking to Dasia more than once, made me realise you have to talk to each child differently to get them to listen. Like she would just really irritating my nerves. Later on that day,I wanted the children to have choice of play area; park, yard,as a result they chosen the park.

As I sit here, on the hood of my car looking out into the vast field I think to myself, why this place? Out of all the places that mean so much to me, why does this place stand out the most? Everyone has that one spot that is special to him or her for various reasons whether it be a memory, experience, how it makes them feel, etc. For me, my favorite place encompasses all my senses bringing them to an all time high filling me with an overwhelming indescribable feeling. It’s my sanctuary, a safe place, but above all a place to clear my mind and getaway from reality. There aren’t enough captivating words to describe the beauty of this place. In the winter, the vast field covered in a blanket of untouched glimmering snow surrounded by bare

The nature in the mountains is amazing. How the deer eat out of your hand. The chubby ground hog tries to sneak in your house. The black bears play in the front yard. It’s an experience like no other.

Once upon a time, there was a sunny little planet, surrounded by a clear sky. Lush valleys and thriving fields, flowing rivers, ancient woodlands and golden seashores, great gorges and towering mountains, vast lakes and grey-blue seas, all rested on this planet! Wherever the sunlight sparkled, the colours celebrated and fragrances filled the space as a dulcet melody. Oh, how joyful they all were on this tiny planet. Obstacles never tangled up their legs or arms. No frightful thoughts darkened their mind while they always had a smile reserved, a gift for anyone they met. They lived one day after another with no concern. No breath weighed on their chest; no regret shaded their eyes, which were pure as the blue sky; how could they be otherwise

“We have no money, so quit your complaining! It’s only a six mile walk!” My mom screamed at me three hours before my dentist appointment. My family doesn’t have any money to fill the car with gas, so we have to walk everywhere. But not only didn’t we have the money, but this town has no gas station, so filling it up would require us to drive 45 miles, which makes the trip even more expensive. I wish this town had more to it, then it would make my long walks around town more enjoyable, and I wouldn’t have to feel so nervous walking around.

Over the summer, my family and I drove up to Maine in order to visit my grandpa and relax. For the past couple of years, my dad and I have planned a few days to go hiking. We got into hiking a couple of years ago when we first discovered Tumbledown Mountain. After our first hike together, we were entranced by the beauty of nature and peacefulness that we were eager to plan more. This became a tradition because my dad and I rarely get to spend a lot of time together due to our busy schedules.

25, 24, 23, 22 – as I'm watching the numbers drop on the screen, the anticipation and nerves build up on the elevator. I look around for other girls dressed in the mandatory emerald green shirts, but only the red and yellow shirts obligatory for other choirs. My mind races as I envision about the doubts people had when I told them I was going. My teachers asking me if it was worth it to travel all the way to Philadelphia for some choir. Or my friends questioning me if this singing thing was substantial enough to miss a week of school right before exams. Is this really worth the experience? Scenarios start making themselves up in my mind. Are the girls going to be nice? Is everyone going to know someone else? Will I sit next to someone who hates my personality?