Lights that Echo

      This is the place where I hoped my loved one would wrap his arm around me. The place where my sorrows became learning lessons. Where my future is an unknown fellow who I'm stoked to meet. Where I asked God, "Who am I suppose to be?". But I know that these type of questions will never find an answer. I will not find an answer as solid as a rock or as meaningful as a church. I can only thank God for blessing me with health, wealth and love.  You see... this is where I came to get away from my problems or to find solutions for those problems. When my aunt passed away, I was here. When I first had my heart broken, I came here. When I can't think at home because of all the voices around, I come here. This is my sanctuary. And I know it's for many others as well.

      Echo Park is full of history and if you really soak into it's roots, the outcome of this lake will astonish you. From weddings to murders, this lake is powerful. The knowledge it has received from conversations to disputes is infinite. Can you imagine how many picnics and fund raisers this park has seen? How many OG rumbles or Hide & Seek games it has joined? During the day, Echo Park serves as a jogging arena or a nice place to have a walk. But during the night, the city lights, motors running, near by freeway, the only thing you can really hear is silence... dark silence. I can really grasps it's lights reflecting over the lake. How it flows and disappears, just like the people that walked through here of swam in there. I can only hope that we all have a sanctuary full of history. 

Echo... Beautiful Echo.