The air is pure, so clean and uninhibited by any foreign debris or pollution. The breeze blows gently and whistles as it passes through the underbrush. It is a rather warm morning, approximately seventy degrees. The sky is endlessly blue stretching for galaxies without a .
cloud. The only sounds are those from lively mockingbirds, that of the wind passing through .
the treetops, and the river as it flows through its riverbed. The river flows graciously, with .
careless abandon, stopping for no obstacle in its path. Looking out at the water, it is so crystal clear that I can see directly to the bottom. Strolling around the rivers banks, and listening to the bubbling waters, creates a relaxing, peaceful way to begin the day. .
As the sun beats down on the river, the sounds of the city beginning to come to life can .
be heard in the far distance. As people begin their daily routines, the park around the river .
awakens to the chaos and steady stream of people enjoying their day. Couples stroll along the sidewalks surrounding the rushing waters talking and every once in a while stopping to smell the colorful beds of tulips surrounding the outskirts of the park. Some take advantage of the jutting rocks along the shore of the water and skip a few rocks across the water. Others enjoy sitting on the grass of the park, while taking in the warmth of the sun. Children run and play; some flying bright, colorful kites in the soft breeze, while others enjoy riding their bikes. Friends enjoy boating, and water-skiing together, or swimming close to the shore of the aqua water. The roaring of the jets as they take-off and land at a nearby airport can be heard overhead. .
As the day winds down, and the city begins to slow down for the evening, people .
begin retreating to their homes, the river becomes a peaceful setting again. The bright .
oranges, reds, and yellows of the sunset fill the evening sky.