A Day in the Park

Swings move gently in the breeze. Silver slides shine in the sunlight. Monkey bars gleam with bright, colorful paint. Dew glistens on the grass. Birds chirp and fly to the picnic tables. Squirrels with mouths full of nuts dash through the grass. Lampposts blink off, done for the night. That’s the park in the early morning hours.

In the middle of the day, mothers chatter and laugh with each other. Bright sunshine shimmers on the metal swings. Small birds sing loudly. Crows swoop down to pick up dropped crumbs. Children run and play, shrieking to each other. People lie on the grass, eating their picnic lunch. Grandmothers and grandfathers read books to toddlers. Parents cover their little ones with a blanket for a mid-afternoon nap.

The sun sets lower in the sky. Families start to pack up their belongings. The last few children gather their toys, bags, bikes, and skates. Mothers call their little ones’ names, and fathers pack the cars. Animals start to settle in for the night. All is quiet.

Tomorrow is a new day and new adventures will be had.