Leaves and twigs crunch with each step against the hard, gravel floor. Tall, sturdy trees towered along either sides of the path, the canopies forming a gentle arc, almost as though they were cradling me. A very slight breeze whisks through, a few branches swaying to the melody of the wind. The humidity would be unbearable, if not for the occasional whiff of wind that caresses my skin. A single droplet of perspiration trails down my temple, as I wipe it off swiftly with the back of my hand.
I remember the last time I walked this way. Nothing has changed, from the smell of the earth to the chirping of the crickets. The moonlight lit up the otherwise shadowy trail, illuminating the insignificance of the lamps meant to light up the lane. Instead,
I remember the last time I walked this way. Nothing has changed, from the smell of the earth to the chirping of the crickets. The moonlight lit up the otherwise shadowy trail, illuminating the insignificance of the lamps meant to light up the lane. Instead,