Small town essay 1. Direction (2/14, Albuquerque)

Yesterday morning, sunshine. I wandered around with a camera in the unfamiliar small town.

From my apartment to my office building, there was a large golf course. I had only walked a few times and was still slightly lost, especially when I walked back at night. The scenery was pretty good, so this was also one of my hunting grounds. I went to the office building then went back again. This was eastbound. There were rolling mountains in the distance, and there was some snow on the top of the mountain. Karen said that you would never get lost here, where the mountain was, there was the east.

The golf course in winter was half green and yellow. Rows of trees were interspersed on the pitch. Bare branches pointed directly at the blue sky but cast huge shadows on the grass. The crooked black spread on the grass. This was the dance of the tree elves

The big trees left the grass not only the shadows but also fallen leaves. The fallen leaves shined brightly in the grass in winter, which always reminding me of one of the Grimm's Fairy Tales, in which Hansel spread small pebbles all the way. This was also a story about getting lost. The woodcutter couples wanted to abandon their two children, Hansel and Gretel, and took them into a distant jungle, using the excuse to work away from them. The children eavesdropped the conversation, so Hansel picked up a bag of small white round stones. When they walked, they threw the stones all the way. When the moon rose at night, the brother and sister followed the silver pebbles shining in the moonlight and back home.

The tree elves danced on their own, and I walked on the pasture without a clear direction. I really wanted to follow these shiny leaves, would they take me to a place called "home"?