It had  been a long day at church and I was finally heading home feeling excited. Walked out of the  peaceful, cool air-conditioned comfort of the number two train at Gunhill Road. I noticed an old lady sitting on the platform begging for money. Her wrinkled sad looking face caught my attention as I rushed through the stairs. A cold air invaded my lungs upon exiting the train station. Birds flock together overhead chirping. Few birds were also at the bus station feeding off on pieces of food as people stood there watching them. Across the train station were two deli stores, a beauty supply store, a fish market and a Chinese restaurant. There are many people walking along on both sides of the street and it is about 3 o'clock in the afternoon and  I see smartly dressed men and women perhaps coming from church or going to church. I want to cross to the other side of the street so I did. The cars and motorcycles are moving at considerable speed.  The smell coming from the fish market tingles my nose. The mixture of different types of fishes annoyed me. I hold my breath for a moment as I walked quickly past the fish store. I always wondered how the people working inside the store can stand the smell. Perhaps they are used to it. As I was moving through the streets, two female kids were running and almost bumped into me. The garbage cans on the pedestrian walk were overloaded with coffee cups, sandwich bags, bottles and many more. A sales representative standing infront of a T-Mobile store offered pedestrians a coupon. The number 39 bus quickly passed by me blowing horn at two female adults crossing the street. A couple of times I came across cab drivers asking me if I needed a cab. I walked to a nearby park and  for some reason I decided to look at the sky. It was intensely lit with an orange yellowish color coincidentally like the dress I had on. Just when it was getting too cold, I found  myself appreciating the moist greens of the trees and the generous old oaks. I stopped a few times, staring at the trees and admiring  nature’s simple beauty that I tend not to notice. Half an hour later, I was at my destination point. The Bronx River  lay behind the park  thoughtfully muffled by nature, protected from the inner noises and fuss. There were a couple of people already sitting on the grass, a man reading, people taking their dogs for a walk and children and mothers walking together.  I actually appreciated the fact I could observe the people merge and love their environment.