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 through a long windy trail it felt as if there was no end to the what then looked vast and massive forrest. This I feel is what it was like for the indigenous people that once lived and cared for the lands that we have now taken over. The short walk back was then over, back to the car and into the industrialized city of Keene. What was once a beautiful place covered with life as I saw throughout Goose Pond was now covered with people, cars, buildings, etc.