Oct 27 2025
Site Journal #5
The sounds of the rain pouring down
As the geese moved across this section of land, they began to group together in a circular pattern within the shallow body of water near the reeds. The movement of these groups in the water caused the water to create gentle ripples which were then reflected off the surface of the lake by both the geese themselves as well as the soft light filtering into the sky due to the cloud cover. This was a peaceful view and the act of observing them created a sense of a timeless quality to the moment. It felt like the whole park had come to an absolute standstill and yet the geese seemed to be walking in harmony with one another
I could see the city in the background of the foggy weather. The skyline had Reflected light from the building lights on the lake's shoreline bounced off the lake and the trees, creating a soft glow that seemed miles away. It felt as though I was worlds apart from the world of the city, with all its noise and chaos, and into a peaceful world where the storm outside was the only thing that existed — no sounds of vehicles existed here, only the sound of the wind blowing, the water splashing against the shore, and my footsteps moving through the stillness.
Even though it was cold and quiet the wild daisy's brought a little bit of color — a reminder that even in the darkest time, life refuses to die.
The lake's surface rippled gently with wind-synchronized wave motion. As they crossed the lake, tiny raindrops formed circles and blended. City lights dancing over the lake distorted and twisted like dreams in reality fog. Only the gently falling rain on the lake was audible.
The tall sunflowers were bent down by the heavy rain; their heavy, darkened petals hung down.
As I strolled along the route, the big trees gently swung with the breeze, and their soft leaves rattled. Some fell off their branch and adhered to the wet road. Black branches extended over the river against the grey sky. The air was chilly and smelled like moist earth and fallen leaves, calming and sharp.
The vibrant, green tree contrasted beautifully against the dull grayness of the sky, with the raindrops on each leaf creating a shiny effect as the rest of the park faded into Autumn's colors. Although the air was cool and silent, the tree remained so alive and warm and provided a small piece of life amidst the storm.
White Asters glistened against the dark earth with Rain drops falling on the Star-shaped Petals as if they were Glass.
I was alone in the park -- there were no people talking or walking except for me. In front of me the path lay gleaming under the thin layer of rain I had walked through, causing my feet to slide a little bit at every step I took. The air was thick; the smell of rain lingered deeply -- that earthy smell that brings all things into perspective and to life again. The clouds hung very low, giving the sky a deep grey color and making it seem like time itself had stopped so the world could listen.
The closer I got to the center of town, the colder I got; the rain became heavier, and my shoes filled with water from all the puddles I stepped in. The sidewalks were full of life, and there was a stormy sound coming from the leaves on the trees which seemed to tell stories of storms past. Although I was completely by myself at the park, I could sense people moving, breathing, and feeling things they weren't saying out loud. It appeared to me that being by oneself is the greatest experience for one's self.
Nobody sat on the seats or stood near the trees with damp leaves shimmering in the overcast sky. City lights were dimly visible across the lake in the mist. Fresh, pure air smelled like moist rain and grass. Despite the cold, there was a calmness, as if the world paused under the gloomy sky.
You could feel the park's calm and cold creeping into your palms as you strolled through it at night. Rain masked everything else. Other than those two sounds, each step beneath the streetlights formed puddles of water on the ground, replicating the existing water.