Rio's pond

This pond is great. On it are the swans. Walking around and around, I am basking in the serenity. Part of the pathway around the other side is partially obscured by a thicket. There is a playground nearby. I walk around and around the pond to make the time pass.
I love looking out at the water, life seems more beautiful with that kind of view. It’s as if looking at it turns on a switch, and I can feel at peace.
As I walk around the path, I gradually become more and more worried. The other side is a little dark. There are no other walkers that I see. As I walk around the other side, I swing my arms and pick up the pace. I look up the grassy medium and see a house and some workers. Maybe they are watching me. How can I escape? I am confident that I can swim strongly. I could make it across that pond and leave my pursuer behind.
Going near the thicket the other way around the pond, I hesitate before I reach the bushes. Right next to me is a playground where a mother sits watching her child play. I wonder if she thinks she is safe. If she disappeared, who would know? Would anyone miss her? What if I am witnessing her last joy? I just saw someone else pass through the thicket, so it must be safe to go that way.
So I walk right through, but my fear isn’t totally obliterated. I walk with trepidation, uncertainty. When I make it through, I think how silly I must have been. Why did I worry? It seems unimportant now.
I pass certain people on the path, but they seem not to see me. I wonder if my reflection is in this pond, leaving something important for the world to see. The joggers may see me as they charge over the bridge on the pond.