June 2, 2007
Here among the cream- colored dry grass at El Chorro Park, I’m surrounded – surrounded by everything. First of all, there are these itchy dry-grass that I’m sitting amongst of – they are tickling my arm and poking my legs. And bugs buzz near my ears, circling around my head. And since I’m sitting in lower spot of the land, it feels like this land of cream colored dry grass will spread over me soon. And there are trees – the sycamore trees, pine trees and trees that I don’t know the name of – they are circling around this patch of land. The afternoon sun casts a shadow so that a quarter of the land, where I’m sitting on, is under the shade of a pine tree and a sycamore tree. Rest part of the land is shining gloriously golden under the soft sunlight, with the clearest blue early summer sky. The size of the clearing here I’m sitting on, is about the size of a living room. I’ve found a living room out here. I pick up a leaf near me, which has fal
len from a sycamore tree. It is orange-yellow, and it is very furry and soft. At the borderline of shade, spotted shadow of trees moves with breeze as if the shadow was drawn on water. Finally, when I lift my head up and look around, the rolling grassland mountains with their patches of forest green and reddish green vegetations surround the area. I feel like I’m part of this clearing. At this moment, the trees are my friend – the pine tree that is quite short and has round shape over all, three other pines that are tall, few tall sycamore trees including that is right behind me, family of trees – a tall one, middle one, and two youngsters – that I don’t know the name of, a youngster pine tree few feet away from me…and bushes and grass… All singing softly under the afternoon sunlight in peaceful quietness.
len from a sycamore tree. It is orange-yellow, and it is very furry and soft. At the borderline of shade, spotted shadow of trees moves with breeze as if the shadow was drawn on water. Finally, when I lift my head up and look around, the rolling grassland mountains with their patches of forest green and reddish green vegetations surround the area. I feel like I’m part of this clearing. At this moment, the trees are my friend – the pine tree that is quite short and has round shape over all, three other pines that are tall, few tall sycamore trees including that is right behind me, family of trees – a tall one, middle one, and two youngsters – that I don’t know the name of, a youngster pine tree few feet away from me…and bushes and grass… All singing softly under the afternoon sunlight in peaceful quietness.
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