The Beautiful Goose Pond
The Beautiful Goose Pond It was a crisp fall day shortly after my last class for the week. Wanting to get outside to reset ourselves from a grueling week of classes, we went nearby to a pond to destress. The beginning of the walk was like any other, surrounded by trees and different forms of life the more you walked, the more engulfed you were by the wilderness. The sound of fall leaves crunching below your feet with every step you took it felt like almost a trance that was never ending. As the sun starts to set below the horizon, my sense of vision was lowered and had to rely more on my other senses. At this point I was completely absorbed by the wilderness, I felt instead of being a foreigner to this land I had now become one with the land. The sounds that were made from other animals had changed from once being intimidating and startling had just become another living thing fending for themselves like myself. On the walk back that same way...