It is amazing what transformations come during the spring. This walk could not be any more different from my first exploration of Riverview Park.
To begin with, the park now overflows with life. There are children playing on the green grass. And, yes, there is grass, and yes, it is green (I know I was surprised). Birds chirp in the woods this time, squirrels scamper at my feet, and things are growing everywhere. Flowers create spots of color speckling the view- a view tha tis no longer only muted grays and browns. The trees, once so threatening, are softened by spring colors. The river that used to rush angrily on, heedless of what was in its path, now lingers and stops to admire what spring has wrought. The sun beats softly down, banishing the bitter cold of winter that I remember.
This place does not bear any resemblance to the cold, dead park I visited only a few months ago. I finally understand why it is a park at all. It is small to be sure, but there is a sense of peace here.
The people I see here smile and nod as I pass bye. Children laugh and run up to me when I wave. I finally feel welcome in this park.
Easton is a unique place. It is not always warm or welcoming, but it transforms. It changes, and the people are a part of that. It is a great place to explore, and visit over and over again, because you never know what you will find.