Tucked off Old Cutler Road is Matheson Hammock Park. The park bakes in the sun on the edge of Biscayne Bay. I haven’t been there, most likely, since I used to wade in the man made tidal pool.
I wanted to see the water. I always find comfort in gazing out into the water. The temperature was rising by the time I got to the park. The mangroves were thick and provided refuge from the scorching sun.
I was disappointed is all the trash that were trapped in their roots. Whether they were tossed by park goers, or boaters, I really don’t know. I wish for our parks and natural spaces to be clean and free of litter.
After the wandering through the mangroves I headed over to the tidal pool. The tidal pool is where all the youth in our area used to head to play in the water in a safe environment. I have warm memories of splashing around in the tepid bath like water.
I was happy to see a few kids splashing around. Even one was screaming about seeing alligators. It was an odd mix of older folks, small families with young ones, and a few tourists, who must have found about it in a guide book telling them of a nice chill spot away from the South Beach madness.
The coral structures and the thick rusted chains all brought back the giant memories of Matheson Hammock. I may not really vibe off off swimming in the the tidal pool, but I felt comfortable wandering around, and reflecting of where I came from, and where I will be going.