a park.

there is this park in long island city i remember. I've only been there once, but its as clear as the the day i went there. it was a sunny Saturday, and my sister was taking the specialized test in LIC HS. a few blocks away there was this very peculiar park. one unlike any other. It was over looking the river, and i remember spending the whole day there. it was me, my brother, and my dad. we had no plans that day and just walked around.
Once inside, you can hear distant whistling. Immediately, i was mesmerized. i kept wondering where it was coming from, and decided to follow it. it was hard to follow as it was everywhere, not coming from a certain area as an instrument would.
up ahead, i saw a house. not an ordinary house, but a tilted one. it looked like it was dropped by a tornado, just as Dorothy's house was in The Wizard of Oz. i ran to it expecting to find red ruby slippers on a witch's rotting feet, but there was none. It was empty, with no rooms or doors. it was just a plain white house with a wood floors.
i stayed there for what seemed like hours until my brother and i got bored. Then it was there again. totally forgotten, was the faint sound of whistling. it wasn't like when a person whispers, but more like a constant, never-ending song calling to the unknown.
Following the noise again, i came upon a table. it was a grand table. Large, made of wood, and also, painted white. there were no seats, just this large, vast white table. it had this aura where people weren't allowed to sit on it, as it was practically a masterpiece.
As we moved on, the whistling became clearer. i could hear it as if it was right next tome,but we saw nothing.no sign of a musical instrument. But then further down, far away from the river was a field. a field of propelling spoons, standing tall. There were many spoons,connected together facing the wind. the whistling was as clear as ever. the spoons were making this noise. this beautiful song without words. it was powered by the wind and i remember standing there, doing nothing, but standing there, and staring at the spoons. it was the first time i was so shocked by something so familiar in my life making an unfamiliar song.
it reminded me that things aren't what you expect. they can be normal on the inside, but they also have a hidden secret.
it was a perfect day with my family,and it will always be with me, but another visit to that park wont wash away the feeling i had when i first saw those magnificent spoons.