Observations at the Park Essay -- Observation Essay, Descriptive Essay

Perceptions at the Park A cigarette butt lies close to my foot, despite everything radiating a hint of smoke. Close by on the dusty black-top a pigeon waddles reluctantly, bouncing its head as though pecking the air for some undetectable food. A squirrel churrs a danger to his sibling, provoking him to frolic. The walkway before me never gets quiet. A buzz of voices mixes with the city soundscape of vehicles driving and trucks backing, swingsets screeching and sparrows trilling. A baby, holding firmly to his sister's carriage, hollers Achtung! Achtung! Achtung! at a squirrel that crosses two creeps from his foot. His mom solaces him, in German. A man plunks down on the seat opposite me, eyelids dropping on his wrinkled red face as he blends some espresso. The seat I sit on is green, covered up long stretches of imprints and names scratched in wood. My rucksack sits to one side with its principle zipper opened sufficiently wide for me to extricate my journal and pen. At my privilege is my bag. Its pockets are packed full like the tram at the beginning of today, scarcely room left to inhale, squeaking and comp...