In Golden Gate Park one is naturally drawn to reflect, to contemplate life at one’s leisure. Sometimes, once in a while when I felt the need to, I would walk through the park in order to dive into its extraordinary silence. Here, far away from the hustle and bustle, I could reflect on the flow of time, try to grasp the hidden background of events, their underlying essence. The dense and secluded vegetation, the long chain of ponds, the green hills, the waterfalls and the grass all contributed to allowing me to think deeply. Once must admit that nature cleanses our minds, it takes us out of the everyday grind.
From Parnassus Avenue I would usually cross the entire park from south to north and go toward the Conservatory of Flowers, a large orangery built from white stone in a nostalgic Vict
