One of my many favorite things to do in Atlanta is to run in
Piedmont Park. On a sunny Sunday afternoon around 3:00 pm the park is
jam packed with an eclectic mix of people: different ages, races,
singles, families, young couples, old couples, new couples, babies,
teenagers, runners, bikers, roller-bladers, the affluent, the poor, the
middle class, the happy, the sad, the active, the bored...and I can't
forget the many animals: puppies, old dogs, large dogs, small dogs,
pigs, birds, squirrels.... I love running without any headphones to
hear all the different sounds: music (rock, jazz, hip hop, the drum
circle), laughing, crying, cheering, talking, humming, ... And the
smells, there are so many different smells: the flowers, cologne,
perfume, grilling, the earth, cigarettes, pipes, perspiration, ...
After running in Piedmont Park on a sunny Sunday afternoon, I feel like I can conquer the world.








