Green Coven

Washington Park was enchanting. The ride itself was inviting, and yet almost dreamlike: sheltered by a bowl of darkened branches, echoed whistling, and the song of wind. The scathed sidewalk was the gardens median, however barely visible as misty fog blanketed the grounds. To which I fell in love with the overwhelming aroma that had capped the hints of earth accompanied by fresh rose and rain. Like a maze, hidden arches in every corner. My favorite, a crowned open land to see, once one has walked past a woven curtain. A venture back is most definite.