Park Next Door
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There is a tiny park near my home where I always walked my dog. Because it is in the middle of the city, it is always nearly empty. Occasionally though, there will be kids playing on the swings. Mostly, people just walk right by.
I was one of those people, but that was before I had a dog. Now, because of the one-hour dog-walking time, I am able to stop and actually observe the world around me.
It is a typical park, with its orderly trees and neatly trimmed bushes. Yet, upon closer inspection, you can sometimes see a butterfly, or If you're really lucky a hummingbird. Sometimes, you can see a flower freshly blooming, or a piece of tiny feather, floating down from whichever grooming bird that is careless enough to lose one. There is also a smell around that place...