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

Observations at the ParkA cigarette butt lies near to my foot, still emitting a trace of smoke. Nearby on the dusty pave a pigeon waddles self-consciously, bobbing its head as if pecking the air for some invisible food. A squirrel churrs a threat to his brother, challenging him to romp.The walkway before me never becomes silent. A buzz of voices blends with the city soundscape of cars driving and trucks backing, swingsets squealing and sparrows chirping. A toddler, holding tightly to his sisters stroller, yells Achtung Achtung Achtung at a squirrel that crosses two inches from his foot. His mother comforts him, in German. A man sits down on the bench across from me, eyelids dropping on his creased red face as he stirs his cup of coffee.The bench I sit on is green, painted over years of dents and names scratched in wood. My backpack sits to my left with its main zipper opened just liberal enough for me to extract my notebook and pen. At my right is my suitcase. Its pockets are cram med near like the subway this morning, barely room left to breathe, creaking and comp...