The main path stretches out and multiplies into different sections. Patches The timber gate lets me come back into the easy breeze of this place that no one else can find. I always find myself coming back here. The trail ends eventually but i keep walking on. The leaves on the ground rustle as I hear footsteps far behind me. My legs dangle over the edge of the foundation. The caramel sheets of water move in a busy motion. The constant black cloud has taken a coffee break at this time. Now, I watch strangers walk four legged creatures down paved paths, while looking down at their cell phones unaware of what I see. Updating a status, while missing the penny on the ground, sitting face up. They look but no not see how the branches have been dancing to what shakes beneath the dirty ground. I am cross legged sitting on my jacket, noticing everything.