Sarah Blog Post #1

The path circles around, a continuous smudge of charcoal. Grass, drying out in the sun and blowing violently in the wind, fills the center. The slope where the two meet disappears into the parched dirt. Beyond this, patches of trees tremble, their branches shaking, leaves losing control. Trembling trees cast trembling shadows on the tired grass. Any sense of tranquility is broken by the tall, dark walls of chain link, and interrupted by looming structures.