A park towards the center of one of the busiest cities in the world. It's so quiet and stands still, but no one ever thinks how that placidness is achieved.
In Central Park there is a walkway where trees connect and create a tunnel that engulf around you. This passageway takes you down the path to tranquility where the sounds of traffic all seem to float away. Visitors are transported to a different time, when the city was much quieter in comparison to today. The sounds of vrooming cars and cop sirens are replaced by the sound of the fountain, at the center of the cobblestone walk area, pouring water into the endless pool beneath it. You wade your fingers in it and watch as the water turns from clear to purple to blue to green and so on. What feels like hours can be lost in the pure curiosity that lies in the magic of the water. Some of the people around you even contemplate on drinking it, but are driven away by their own sense of fear as to what it could do to them - after all, many people are only here on their break and must return to work in the coming hour, it would be awfully unprofessional of them to show up with blue skin.
The singular object is so simple, it could easily be made today on an application, but it's the sensory aspect that reverts a person to their inner childhood. But it's the loud sound of a screeching phone that pulls you away from this odd meditation. You are no longer a child, but a working adult who must get back to their duties before they can explore all that this secret world has to offer.
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