As time ticks on so do we and the seasons as well. In the beginning of the semester it was cold and frigid outside, and my usual mile walk from my home to the YMCA was not pleasant to say the least. I can remember vividly how the wind howled down the empty streets and bit at my face. Had you never seen the place in the warmer months you might have thought it to be a ghost town, but I can assure you it is anything but. As I would trudge through the back alleys of Jamaica trying my best to avoid crossing lights in an effort to spare myself from more time in the snow. I would look down at my heavy duck boots that had become stained from the salt put on the ground a smile. I thought to myself “Keep going you are a trooper, do not give up on your goals.”. This thought became my mantra as I would will myself to go to the gym everyday pushing through rain that was so cold it would frost over and feel like it was cutting me as it slammed into my face aided by the gust of winds blowing down Sutphin boulevard. I would walk past Rufus King park and see no one not a soul in sight just that one yellow estate in the middle of it. Despite the inclement conditions the old estate of Rufus King was always well attended too and even though no one lived there the path was always cleared by park rangers regularly. That house became somewhat of a savior to me in the past months not because I had ever visited and became attached, instead because the path that was cleared everyday provided me with a luxury other streets could not. That luxury being an easy walk to the gym where I would not slip and fall. Today However it provides me with an entirely different luxury all together. Walking through the park for months now I have seen it shift from season to season and I truly see beauty in it now. What once appeared to be a barren snow cover field has now blossomed into a beautiful landscape, the trees have begun to bloom again, and the snow has melted. The once barren field has transformed into a lush soccer field with center lines and all. Furthermore, what appeared to be a “ghost town” has metamorphose into a lively area with children playing, people singing and dancing and birds chirping. I suppose even people change with the seasons, gone are the looks of disgruntled commuters walking past me probably upset they missed their bus or have snow in their shoe surely. With the coming of clean sidewalks, lush green leaves and good weather everyone seems livelier. Not only has that yellow little house in the field changed the path I take when walking to the gym, but in many ways, it has changed my path in life. I have met people I would have otherwise never met and started playing sports again that I thought I had given up on. It is truly astonishing how a small change in a walk can have such a profound effect on a person.