HELPPPPP Descriptive paragraph?

On a fine summer’s day, I like to take a stroll down to the Lloyd Elsmore Reserve. I usually take the short cut down our quaint street and enter the sinister dark alley way. Down there it is so still that I can hear my heart beating a million miles an hour, it is as if it wishes to beat right out of my fear stricken body. After a few more steps I start to hear the once silent whispers of cars growing louder and louder, and soon enough I find myself in the main road. Looking around, I see the busy traffic, and I wait, wait for the opening. After what seems like hours I manage to creep across. Once across the street, I cross a small bridge and I see a secluded duck pond, with waters that glisten so brightly in the sun, that the intense refection of light makes my eyes twitch, just a little. I slowly climb up a little steep hill, where I sit and write, watching the ducks skillfully swim around their glistening pond.