My wife and I, with a couple of our friends, go to a nearby park now and then. One of the nicest parks that is close by is Arthur Storey Park.
We go there for the good sunshine, the nice breeze, the quiet atmosphere, and the general, overall nice feeling of contentment that the outdoor area gives us. All of the people there seem to be happy and relaxed.
Sometimes, we take bread to feed the creatures. I especially enjoy feeding the Ducks. One of the ducks, a tall one, will actually eat out of my hand (after he has pecked my feet to show he is the boss). Naturally, birds will fly into the area for a free snack. When they do, they have to quickly grab a piece of bread before one of the ducks gets the crumb. Also, a family of animals, looking like badgers, comes up out of the water and walks up the grade to where we are so that they can munch along with the other wildlife. The first time one of those large, rat-tailed-like dwellers approached me, I was a bit afraid that it might bite me. But it was so close to me when I saw it, I decided to take a chance on its tameness. I pointed my foot at it (with the toes slightly upward). When it got close to my foot and then touched my shoe with its nose, it immediately recoiled. [My shoe did not have a wretched smell; just a normal rubber-soled shoe smell.] At any rate, it then began a quick run back toward the water. [Perhaps it thought my shoe was a badger-devil or some dangerous animal.]
Now and then, a friend and I like to take a quick walk over to an area in the park that has a depression of about thirty feet downward and is near one of the walking paths. The “hole“, as I call it, is located behind one of the larger lakes in the park and is about one hundred feet in diameter at the top edge. I enjoy walking down to the center part, going up to the top at the other side, turning around and walking down again, and finally, walking up to my starting point. I make about half a dozen of those “trips.” A feeling of exhilaration comes over me from that multi-level exertion.