0010: Park
Park
There's a park down in Oakville that the city municipality just sort of forgot along the way to building a new zoo (defunct) and circus (still under construction). Between the two financial catastrophes, the three times different cliques (druggies, alcoholics and stoner-skaters) it truly was a no mans' land.
Everyone new in the place assumed it was a graveyard, and nobody but me risked going through the taped wire and overgrown shrub to find that one bench that wasn't touched by the rot and refuse. Not even the homeless people risked sleeping out here.
The bench though, is beautiful in summer. It sits under a spot where the light shines through like a halo and its so much warmer in comparision with the cool shade of the abandoned park its amazing. I'm married and 40 years old now and have been visiting this place every summer since my teenage years. It said much more for the incompetence of my little dead town than for the beauty of the place, but I'd take it. If I'd had a kid I would've brought them here.
I sat under the halo of the sun for one last time. I thought about going to a beach, maybe, or taking a trip. But then I remembered how comfortable I was with everything. I never understood everyones' dream of getting out of Oakville.
Well, I don't blame them. It is a pretty dead-end place.
Nothing ever happens here.
There's a park down in Oakville that the city municipality just sort of forgot along the way to building a new zoo (defunct) and circus (still under construction). Between the two financial catastrophes, the three times different cliques (druggies, alcoholics and stoner-skaters) it truly was a no mans' land.
Everyone new in the place assumed it was a graveyard, and nobody but me risked going through the taped wire and overgrown shrub to find that one bench that wasn't touched by the rot and refuse. Not even the homeless people risked sleeping out here.
The bench though, is beautiful in summer. It sits under a spot where the light shines through like a halo and its so much warmer in comparision with the cool shade of the abandoned park its amazing. I'm married and 40 years old now and have been visiting this place every summer since my teenage years. It said much more for the incompetence of my little dead town than for the beauty of the place, but I'd take it. If I'd had a kid I would've brought them here.
I sat under the halo of the sun for one last time. I thought about going to a beach, maybe, or taking a trip. But then I remembered how comfortable I was with everything. I never understood everyones' dream of getting out of Oakville.
Well, I don't blame them. It is a pretty dead-end place.
Nothing ever happens here.
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