Birds' chirping in the blossomed park rings like some long lost music in my ears. Squirrels chasing and chatting with one another like two old friends. A bold, blunt raccoon quietly nibbling away a part of what once was an apple. The smell of barbeque is in the air, interlocking with the fresh spring air. A loud blare of rock music is heard, startling the birds. As if I'm in a world of my own with nothing to worry about I take a deep breath and close my eyes
