Se conformer Park

Lush well leveled green pinky sized grass grazed the park, cherry and dogwood trees were in patches, clutched in groups standing out like black poke dots on the white jersey of a 3 year old toddler, diverse unique breed of birds nested these very exotic trees and filled early mornings with their melodious songs and sealed the setting sun accompanying the last of the orange rays engulfed by the horizon. Three face painted white, their eye lashes in black, down their lips and extended line drew in red, diamond like shapes cased the outside of their eye sockets more green they were, spongy like red balls they added to their noses that made a funny squeak when pressed, the other two were more regular but they weren’t less dirty or colorful. Whereas the clowns had their face painted, the other two who seemed to be part of the team, were stained heavily from their hands to their clothes, they preferred to face paint others rather than themselves. “I want to look like Barbie.”, a cute blonde hair girl around six in a matching pink ballet skirt requested as her left held to her mother’s hand or maybe it was her guardian, making funny faces that made her laugh the face painter did as told in exchange he received his payment or his part of the bargain. Some feet further more to the left, an ice cream truck with an average sized luminescent ice cream sign, an attractive eye catching logo written, Jagos Ice cream, it’s rear center bust open like a drive through with a slight well stable stand and who seemed to be the seller an average built man more brown skinned in a white fitting t shirt and an added overall with pink shades near the pockets and a matching pink spotted and white filled cap, children were crowded as they were eager for what the ice cooling refreshment, I want vanilla, I want chocolate, I want the pink one, some children pointed while others made blind requests and the vendor was surprisingly memorizing each order and who said it, eventually he was serving more than just children even teens were in need of ice cream then later adults, who wants ice cream was the order that captured many.

More dark blue when near with a more differing greener view when far, with abundant but well trimmed reeds around, ducks more with yellow creamy wings and scaly feet swam making slight waves in the average sized pond startling the still frogs as they made their continuous quacks mother duck to ducklings, and ducklings to mother duck. Filled with serenity of peace, the melodious quacking and harmonized chirping of birds tranquilized many who passed, and better for those who sat. Ever clear blue skies with cotton white clouds accompanied with the hot scorching sun that seemingly warmed when around the park. Pine cones were at the far left near the road to the highway, along the bricked pavement dry brown leaves colored these matching maroon path, an artistic sight many photographers find their sense of purpose and meditate when in such astounding presence. Guests and locals remain amazed by this very picturesque work of man, nature finally curved as it should. Brown mahogany benches with added comfortable back rest with additional steel cases for more stability were placed on almost every three feet when inside the park, this provided an abundant seating points and each it’s own unique view, so when one just sits they find themselves glad within their souls, some close their eyes as they imagine the essence this beauty brings and how heaven really truly fills like, many spend half their day here just sitting, meditating, some feed the ducks, some walk their dogs, some come for the clowns and the ice creams, and for most the best place to savor good memorable moments.

Speaking of good moments specially the one to remember till death, quacking constantly, repeatedly as if begging and please for more of the rained bread crumbs, a more rough smaller brown carrier bag rolled nearly half making the inside contents more easily reached with less effort. In black khaki pants, more classy leather office shoes, a more creamy short sleeved t shirt fully buttoned and we’ll ironed, fresh breath of mint and slight refreshment sweets, hair well combed, leaning forwards his left hand holding the carrier bag whereas the right did the throwing and raining to the ducks, Ricky was emotionally enthralled by each throw. He thought, his lame actions, mere efforts of just throwing anyhow bread crumbs to some local green necked ducks and their creamy ducklings, that these useless deeds were helpful, what he thought was an unexplainable failure and nothing but waste of time he was feeding others. So each time he did it, he smiled, slight tears tinkled, because he knew his life was supported God’s grace and it seemed it was fading. He recalled those torturous moments, what had I done wrong he cursed as he bent his head down hiding his building up tears.

Dark, pitch engulfing mind tormenting oblique silence, the moon light lit the room, disgusting, he hated himself, how he struggled to close his eyes, still young but cruelty educated him of how the world truly was. The basis of which man was crusted on and passes from lineage through actions, through words and worse through mass influence, the criteria of optionality that sets the bar for who gets and who doesn’t, blood, his my brother, his my sister, this inevitable criticism has engulfed the man’s heart to the point where if you aren’t family you aren’t human. So you die, I don’t care, you aren’t my family, we don’t share blood, so what difference do you have than a goat, for all there is to see is a goat brings out milk at least it exists for a purpose, what about you, you waste of air. Writhing he was, pain hugged him tightly, goosebumps caressed him, as his jaws cluttered together like a man abandoned in the Atlantic stripped naked, the cold biting him through each exposed skin, wound and hole uncovered. He recalls the very dream, four they were, large furry gold glowing chests with a lion body and it’s extended black tail, legs were more of the fish eagle, talons with razor sharp and lightning fast speed, head was that of a grizzly brown bear, fearsome large canines and a fearful heavy growl loud enough to span a city. The surrounding was similar to a wild fire, rampaging growing flames, black burnt oaks stood with their branches crashing down, black and white ash of what was previously there remained, and he could see within those ashes, bones rise, skulls grew and slight anthills grew larger, just skulls and more skulls. Still afraid, shocked by the barbaric heinous act, the sudden fearsome beings neared with bones in their jaws as they cracked them like dogs crushing leftover scraps as they search for more. All meanwhile he stood their frightened, helpless, as he stared death near closer and closer, jaws opening those canines engulf his skull as they are about to s…

“Hey are you okay?” she asked worriedly nearing him as she rested her hands on her lap. After Mercy having being pissed off after he caught Ricky on another woman’s lips, she was in no mood to talk with him more so, but after her conference meeting she was surprisingly convinced by the pitiful plea Ricky insisted over the line. So the handsome gentleman suggested a meetup point, and what better place where there was less of the city and more of nature the park, Aaah! Just perfect you would say. Not being a work day Mr. Ricky tried out his more official wear despite the contradictory surroundings but he couldn’t wear them in the garage so the park will do. Amidst his emotional episode he failed to notice Mercy walk up and call him severally but he was soaked in tears with his head cushioned between his thighs his tears raining down the grass.

Yes she was angry, yes he screwed but she loves him, so lowering her ego she moves closer and concerned she decides to break his emotional traumatized scenario. Her call, her soft touch, knocked him out of his continued crying, as he turned back he didn’t say a word he just glared at her and for a second he threw his arms round her waist as he cushioned his head on her chest comfortably closing his eyes. Shocked by the sudden romantic moment, she wrapped her hands round him and at that moment she gazed and that time her rage faded away, forgiveness is part of this bargain so tighter, till she felt his heavy breathing she was gladdened.

“I’m sorry.” He uttered at last after recollecting himself and releasing his grip from her, as he rubbed his tears with his palms. Clutching her hands slightly and closely he uttered again and again till he was convinced by her answer that she was truly in good terms, she had truly forgiven her. Finally, together at last, as the reconciled couple went back to open cuddles tight hugging and slight kisses in the open park, as the ducks quaked away having witnessed a heart warming reconciling moment, having figured out just why this park earned it’s name and it’s essence. Park Se conformer, the park of conformity, where broken hearts are mended, families divorced remarry, where baby showers are held, where good is sprouted from the ashes of past misdeeds, a name well earned.