Central Park

The air was crisp and fresh as the morning sun rose. The breeze softly flowed between the blades of grass as the springtime birds began to sing their songs. The sun reflected flawlessly off the pond as the water sat still and clear as crystals, the only disturbance, the family of ducklings floating about contently, added shimmering ripples to the scene. The morning flowers began to open, exposing their deep hues of every color and releasing the sweet smell of the spring into the air. The park paths were being filled with early joggers, and the normal street vendors.