A Description

A long stretch of the dirt road goes to the left and to the right. It could be called a path, considering no cars or automobiles ever take up space here. This path of earth stretches as far as the eye can see. Along one side is an old mansion, with fairly high walls painted an orangey-yellow color. The big front gate is closed. The iron gate allows anyone to look into the small courtyard, giving spectators a miniscule insight into the life of the lavish. Across the other side of the dirt road is a single bench. There is no one sitting there. The bench faces away from the road, looking out over the sea of grass that occupies the realty beside the long dirt road. Between the road and this ocean of green are tall, dark, and brooding trees. The strong trees line the dirt path with a stoic presence. The sharp color of the bark is almost like the color of a dark chocolate milkyway. The leaves collapse over one another, barely hanging onto their respective branches. Orange, yellow, red- each color vaguley represented in the mess that these trees create overhead. The fortitude of color hangs over the dirt path, creating a splotchy piece of art composed of shade and sunlight. Few leaves cover the earth, many still hang onto the long fingers of the ancient trees, waiting for the fall.