Seven Minutes in Salem: Salem Willows

Walking into the park, there is only a few people there, it seems abandoned. An older man is feeding the birds on a bench, like a scene from an old movie. Walking along the path it began raining, the seagulls were squawking, the boats started rocking in the water.

When we got to the pier I was glad I wore pants because that breeze picked up quick. The waves were slamming against the boats and the squirrels ran up the trees. Then, just as the place began feeling eerie, there was a man and his child, or perhaps grand child, walking down the pier, smiling, laughing.

As we continued walking through the park we came across empty gazebos and a man wheeling a bucket through the park, for no apparent reason. Maybe he was going fishing, maybe he worked there, I do not know. It started raining harder, felt like a cool fall day. Just as we were leaving, a Coca Cola truck pulled up to one of the shops and began unloading to prepare for the crowd that would eventually show up when the weather wasn’t so crappy.