Laurelhurst Park

Laurelhurst Park

Laurelhurst Park is the place I feel most at home. I often visit the Park walking on my way home from school. As you near 33rd traveling up Stark, you can feel things around you becoming quiet. The closer you come to the Park, the more the Modern World seems to fade from your mind. Taking your first steps on the muddied path, you feel your commitments to everyone slip away. In autumn afternoons, the wind pours through the park in a whistling stir, seeming to touch everything. Leaves dance down from trees like rain in hues of gold and orange at the coming of the wind. The silent energy of everything together builds up higher and higher until it seems the wild is moving as one. Then the wind slows, until finally stopping, leaving everything seemingly untouched. After it rains, the pine trees fill the air with their scent, and you can feel difference in each breath you take. In the spring the trees are filled with a choir of songbirds, all singing together in delicate harmony. After the long gray winter, the park is a rainbow of color as the trees start to sprout back to life with

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