Subject: REWRITTEN BY Michael Schwartz
London ; England
(A Thai Woman Ponders)
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Windsor is a beautiful, well planned and orderly tourist attraction full of classy English residents. It has a vibrant atmosphere, which makes one think classical music, traditional songs and and poems that have been popular for centuries. Such are the English people, walking among the ancient yet living within the modern. Royal Windsor Park covers most of the town center. It is 2,020 hectares surrounded by tall trees, overflowing with well kept, even manicured green meadows.
Within the park is the “Long Walk”. The English love to walk when the weather allows. While walking alone you come of the front of Windsor Castle, an ancient royal residency hardly ever inhabited by Queen Elizabeth II and her family. Surprisingly, red deer are easily spotted along with many birds. The aroma of dried leaves in Autumn is divine. Spring freshness tells of the coming Summer. All this after the cold winds of the very dark December. It rains then, sometimes turning into crisp, blue days. A blind person could sense the feeling of every day only through smells. The air is rich with clues.
Two guardsmen are much the same as those who have guarded the entrance to Windsor Castle for centuries. On the green near the guards is a large statue of Queen Victoria, once the Empress of India when the sun never set on the British Empire. She commands are view of the castle, with her stone dead gaze, yet reminding visitors of the once great empire, now a shadow of its former self.
The famous River Thames is not far from the front of the castle. It still has fish, bevies of swans, the majority of them being white, each tagged with a metal ring on their left legs showing that these are the Queen’s swans and not to be touched by commoner’s hands. On most any day this park is full of human stories, thought but not spoken. One of these stories is the thoughts of a small Thai woman, who has come to compose a letter to her son, Sam.
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