Goose Green Park Summer

Waking up to the bright sunlight glimmering on your drowsy eyes. You swiftly launch out of your bed while the feeling of excitement for the day ahead. As you get change you smell the mouth-watering sausages and bacon sizzling in the pan downstairs in the kitchen; the perfect ingredients for a Sunday breakfast. Running down the stairs the food is ready and waiting for you. Tasting the heavenly flavours flowing inside your mouth while you take every precious bite slowly and carefully. After finishing your breakfast you rush out the door as if it was an emergency. Walking down the street with one hand holding your phone and another holding your football. You feel the blistering sun reflecting off your sweaty back. Going past the early opened shops where at this time is deserted. In the distance you see the park full of fearless; energetic kids. As you run towards the park you kick the football aggressively to your friends but still looking for the return. Once you get to the edge, you acrobatically jump over the fence without taking the long way around to the gate. Now one of the best parts, as you run through the centre of the fields of the park, you can feel the bracing wind blowing on your face giving you a wonderful thrill tingling your spine. After sweating from playing football, you race up to the water fountain to take one luxurious sip of the cool water. It seems like just simple water on any other ordinary day, but as you gulp down the water you realise how extraordinary it is on a hot, special day like this.

Goose Green Park Winter

Waking up from shivering throughout the night. You feel the cold breeze creeping into your room as you left the window open over night. You just about get out of your bed while feeling jaded. Slowly walking down the stairs smelling the burnt toast from being in the toaster too long. After, you spread the last scraps of butter on your toast trying to accumulate as much flavour as possible. Taking the first bite and you can taste the dry edges of the burnt toast that doesn’t have any butter on it and second bite hoping it will be better but instead you can taste the bitter centre were the butter has conquered the thin layer of toast. Heading to the park now, trying to drag your feet through the wet puddles surrounding the floor. You feel the heavy rain slithering down your jacket and soaking through your cloths. Looking at the abandoned park across the road with no one there and all the playground equipment untouched, there is only the wind controlling the swings; dictating the movement of the direction it is going. Then having to go around the ice-cold fence, knowing if you climb it the frost on the metal will hurt your sensitive flesh and cause you to fall. The worst thing of the day is once you get to the fields of the park, trying to swiftly get through the blistering wind trembling the core of your lungs. You shiver to the water fountain to get some liquid in your mouth. After accidentally leaving your mouth open to allow the rapid wind to dry up your saliva, now you need a drink to for-fill your taste buds again. Finally, during drinking the water you realise it’s not the right liquid to have on this sort of day as it’s too cold and only makes the situation worst, you now have a brain-freeze and cannot concentrate as the cold water has caused you to be distracted from the things going on around you. You feel like you have dunked your head in a bucket of ice and have been locked in a freezer for several hours. Now you wish u stayed at home as you would not be shivering in the gelid park.