The Overlooked Corner.

After a continuous rain the day before, I woke up to a mist of sunshine in the early spring and decided it was an ideal day to write my nature description. Walking out of the car in Henzel Park, with occasional breezes gently brushing my hair, I stepped onto the moistly grass and started observing the park for my "special place." Shielding my eyes from the soft morning sunshine, I noticed specks of pink on a faraway tree in the east corner and slowly wandered toward them. This corner seemed to be overlooked by some people because of its location near the side of the park, but it contain…