The Forest Park Spot

 

After taking a quick stroll down Forest Park Boulevard I found myself at the appropriately named Forest Park. Initial disappointment was quickly met with a shocking view that provided a glimpse of thousands of trees in the distance, each with leaves of lush green – a stark contrast to the withered grass that I walked in order to reach the overlook. My awe was once again quickly replaced with a feeling of bitterness and pure disdain for humanity as my eyes were drawn straight down to the soda cans and Swisher-Sweets packages strewn across the ground. Further down the steep slope from the overlook I even saw an entire trash can in the middle of the woods strewn on its side amidst the foliage; I guess that answers the question of how you throw away a trash can.

 

Despite the rampant pollution of my new nature spot, I chose it as just that - my spot. Perhaps it was the idyllic charm of the crumbling wall that protected any innocent children from tumbling down the steep incline, but it was more likely the intense heat that accompanies any outdoor experience in Texas on an August day such as this. Regardless, I am attached to this spot now – and perhaps I will be able to erase the evidence of the pollution over the semester. Although, as I took my exit I witnessed two high school aged hooligans heading straight to my precious overlook – and they looked ready to contribute to the heap of pollution just over the wall. They may have won this battle, but the pretentious polluters won’t win the war.