By Jacob
Dear Journal,
I’m sitting under a tree, in the shade, behind Modular B. The ground is blanketed by pine fronds, dead and slowly decaying, on the ground. There are thorns, a little poison ivy, and the odd young flower at the base of the pine tree; some old, rusty rods and blocks of wood are behind it. The still fresh morning dew glistens on the threads of a spider’s nest as it waits for a mid-morning snack. Meanwhile, a young garter snake slithers inside one of the pipes, in hopes of locating some food. The breeze is blowing a fragrant smell, rustling the leaves as it goes. Birds are landing in the trees as the wind blows them in, shaking more fronds onto my head. I hear them singing their songs as they fly off, while buzzing bees are droning lazily. Ants are marching, and flies are racing. Crickets are playing their songs in the background, while grasshoppers are jumping to and fro. The sun is breaking through the trees, as an ant crawls up my pant leg. The ongoing murmur from inside Modular B has gotten a little quieter – just a little. Out past the pine tree is a small pond fenced in on the far side by lots of healthy pine trees.
With all due thoughts and respect,
Jacob
Dear Journal,
I’m sitting under a tree, in the shade, behind Modular B. The ground is blanketed by pine fronds, dead and slowly decaying, on the ground. There are thorns, a little poison ivy, and the odd young flower at the base of the pine tree; some old, rusty rods and blocks of wood are behind it. The still fresh morning dew glistens on the threads of a spider’s nest as it waits for a mid-morning snack. Meanwhile, a young garter snake slithers inside one of the pipes, in hopes of locating some food. The breeze is blowing a fragrant smell, rustling the leaves as it goes. Birds are landing in the trees as the wind blows them in, shaking more fronds onto my head. I hear them singing their songs as they fly off, while buzzing bees are droning lazily. Ants are marching, and flies are racing. Crickets are playing their songs in the background, while grasshoppers are jumping to and fro. The sun is breaking through the trees, as an ant crawls up my pant leg. The ongoing murmur from inside Modular B has gotten a little quieter – just a little. Out past the pine tree is a small pond fenced in on the far side by lots of healthy pine trees.
With all due thoughts and respect,
Jacob
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