An Afternoon in March - Personal Writing

I'd gone to the park to grab a few minutes of quiet, to let the warmish wind blow through the car a bit and enjoy the remainder of the fragrant and sunny Spring afternoon as the clock toddled into evening. The sun had made its descent into a welcoming westward sky, the birds had refrained their chorus, most likely catching a well-deserved lazy afternoon nap and the sound of a jet bound for someplace, important to its passengers, made its way across a brilliant blue sky spotted with a few skimpy, gentile clouds. As bad as it had gotten and as bad as it might get, one thing was for sure; those few moments of certainty, while the voices of children laughing and playing in the park below could be heard, the world sort of stopped for a minute or two and let you get in one good breath before the carousel started back up again in fast forward. In those few, precious moments, where you just want to pull all of them aside and say, "take not, this innocence, for granted. Hold onto to it for as long as you can!"