A walk in Singleton Park, Swansea

Singleton Park breathes, sighs, and stirs with the seasons. On a quiet afternoon, its lungs fill with cool, salt-tinged air drifting in from Swansea Bay. The breeze seeps into every hollow and glade, moving to the slow, measured rhythm of a sleeping animal.
The great oaks are the legs of elephants, vast and wrinkled, shouldering the canopy with unhurried strength. Beneath them, clumps of daffodils become nervous flocks of geese, their yellow heads dipping and bobbing in the breeze. The weeping willows are octopuses, trailing their listless, silken arms until they dissolve into stillness.
On the island in the lake, the rhododendron bushes are sleeping bears, dense and impenetrable. Once spring arrives, vivid blooms blaze out from their dark mass of fur. But not today; they are still sleeping.





