It was a Saturday night and I was hanging out with my friends at another college party. Usually things get too wild and cramped in there with all the frat boys going crazy, so I take a stroll every once a while to get the sound of club music with the odor of alcohol and sweaty bodies out of my system. Since it was early morning, I decided to take a trip into the local park to surround myself with the beautiful scenery of nature. The park was a large open space, about as large as two football fields side-to-side, and the perimeter was surrounded by trees. Winding paths of stone chipped from weather and time spanned the sea of grass and weed. Small fire-lit gas lamps stood on all the paths, every one about ten feet apart, but each not powerful enough to illuminate even half that distance. It gave the area an ancient feel, almost like one were stepping back in time. Although the lamp posts were dim and eerie looking, they had a serene quality to them. I took in the sight of one of the oldest looking paths. It had so many chips, cracks, and little pieces that it looked to be from several centuries ago. The path was blocked off with caution tape, but I still took the road that most others wouldn’t take. Robert Frost seemed to walk beside me with the use of that line. I started to walk and the chilly night breeze hit my skin like small icicles, making me wish that I had at least brought a sweater to cover up my red and blue striped short-sleeved V-neck. I approached an intersection and listening to all the noises that a suburban park would offer at three in the morning. There were owls hooting, the gentle breeze of the autumn air, leaves rustling, my feet walking across the cracked and aged pavement; but there was one noise that stood out among all of them—another set of footfalls. I whirled around expecting someone from the party to be following me, but this was an unexpected sight to behold. A girl was walking behind me—and a beautiful one at that. Her radiating auburn and blonde-highlighted hair was accented from the darkness despite the dim lighting. She was looking up and was gazing at the sky. All the while I could hear the stars sighing with jealousy, seeming to realize that they weren’t as bright as the star walking right pass me. Her gait was with a certain grace that was hard to take your eyes off of. I tried to summon words as she drifted by, but her beauty prevented me from speaking. My feet were desperately trying to move, but they were weighed down with invisible lead. How I needed to say something to her! Any sort of conversation would do. Just as if on cue, her gaze switched to me. Some say that the eyes were the window into the soul, and I could tell by her stunning dark brown eyes that she was the lively, curious, positive, and free-spirited kind of person. The smile she gave me was a soft but meaningful one; the edges of her mouth curled up in such a fashion that made me fly higher with the butterflies in my stomach. I was stuck there like in quicksand while her figure slowly faded out in the distance, the shadow of her swallowed up by the trees.
