Pollen is bad. Pollen makes it hard for me to take walks now. When I tried to take a walk, pollen made life bad. Wow. What an amazing hook. Best broad theme narrow theme one-two punch ever. I am so good at writing. (Fitz please don’t kill me)

There aren’t many places for me to walk. My neighborhood is all streets and houses. I mean, sure, I’ve been outside my house a few times before the quarantine started, but that was just to run around the block. The closest place that would make a nice scenery is the Mystic River, which is at the end of the street. The problem is, there are too many people. And I don’t like social interaction. (What pandemic?). A small river, surrounded by tall oak trees, which grow on nice green grass. A lot of people frequently exercise or take walks there. There’s a lot of geese poop too, but as long as I don’t step in it I’m fine.

So I don’t really want to go outside, due to the people, allergies, and geese poop.
And I especially don't want to go outside now since there's a lot of people who wear masks, though there’s is still a large amount who don’t. Which is probably an issue.

So I’ll probably just describe it from when I last walked there, sometime in January or something. I don’t remember. I’m also too lazy to go outside, but let’s not talk about that.

My feet step in the masses of acorns on the ground. A small wind blows, in contrast to the unusually warm January sun. My parents walk behind me, asking me about school. My black sneakers crunch on the leaves, while I desperately try to avoid the geese poop on the ground. I stop for a while to stare at a squirrel. It crouches, ready to move at any second. It’s small, beady eyes look back at me. Then it scurries off, up the tree, and it gracefully jumps from branch to branch. 

Normally I don’t take walks, but my family and I were walking to this nearby ramen store. This was literally my only motivation to get outside. It’s kind of funny; my parents never complained about me not getting outside before, but once quarantine started, they would force me to go outside. 

The squirrel disappears from sight, so I continue walking. I walk forward, leaving behind the ducks splashing of the river, the wind blowing through the leaves, and the squirrels scurrying between trees.

I guess taking walks isn’t that bad; it’s nice to commune with nature. I get to see new/old things, get some fresh air, and get a bit of exercise. Maybe I should talk more walks...

Nah can’t be bothered. 

Wowie what a train wreck. I didn’t follow Fitz's format because it felt weird, especially since I didn’t know what the theme would be. I can see no way to conclude this thing; heck, I don’t even know how to write this. What do I even do after describing a scene? I mean I can follow the format and do a head and heart but the hooks just feels so blocky. The end is just 3 sentenced out together like 3 puzzle pieces that don’t fit; you can’t try to shove them together, but it doesn’t look right. This post is a complete train wreck, forget about it immediately, please. It would be best for both you and me.