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

Observations at the ParkA cigarette butt lies side by side(p) 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 all-encompassing enough for me to extract my notebook and pen. At my right is my suitcase. I ts pockets are crammed wax like the subway this morning, barely room left to breathe, creaking and comp...