• I had always enjoyed walks through the park. When I was younger in age (but not quite in spirit) my mother had forbidden me passage through the nearby park. Like the cliche insists, that just made the park all the more appealing. I hadn't ever really understood the danger of of predators waiting in the bushes or the thought of ***** lurking under playground equipment, and to this day the thought still perplexes me.
    But, nevertheless, the "impending doom" the park apparently held did not alter the calming aurora that seemed to envelope me while I strode along the winding, freshly paved paths. The winding black cutting through the greens and browns of the surrounding area sometimes reminded me of a labyrinth, or perhaps something more.. Normal. Sometimes it reminded me of life. We feel as if we must stay on one path, never veering, never moving away from what's been set in front of us. Sometimes we can't see the shortcut until it's staring us right in the face. And sometimes we feel so safe when we're on the path, even though what's around us is so incredibly dangerous, we might not see it until it jumps out from under the slides to snatch us away.
    Or perhaps I just think too much. Or maybe.. Maybe I think too little.