Edited Box 15

A breeze sweeps through the lush, green vegetation. In the summer, when the heat is beating down and cool beads of sweat roll over the curve in your lower back, the breeze is welcomed. However, in the dull briskness of winter, the breeze feels like a slap across the face, a reminder of how crazy you are to be outside. The sun gives life to beautiful shadows that dance around the base of the tree, playing in harmony with each other. The warmth is baking my calves, cooking me from the outside in. My feet sink in the soft mud that has been created by a day of rain. 

 

Underneath the bridge, there is a cool, steady stream of water that trickles across the rocks. Ducks swim across the divide to tease the geese and birds on the other side. They nip at each others feet, splashing in the water, chasing after each other in a manner that only the birds understand.