Post by bianca on Oct 4, 2008 14:19:20 GMT -6
The first sign of Autumn was always beautiful. Watching the warm colored leaves tumble from the tree's branch, onto the path below. Only to be blown away on their never ending journey, and end up where nobody really knows. Bianca walked down one of the many paths in Roosevelt Park, encircled by shedding trees. She buried her face into the thin scarf that lay around her neck. She'd recently noticed the drop in temperature, something she didn't expect, especially being in California. Bianca's cheeks were rosy pink from the crisp wind, that blew to wards her and ruffled her brown ringlets. Not that she minded, Fall was her favorite season.
Bianca had chose a rather simple outfit this morning. She'd gotten up bright and early before her room mate, hoping to get out to the park early. She'd always done this on a Saturday morning, walking around Central Park to release her stress. She enjoyed the alone time, and it was even quieter here. She pulled her trench coat further over her shoulder, avoiding it from falling off. She'd gotten a cinnamon roll from the bakers in town, and ate it on the way. She'd walked into town, her Mustang needing a rest after the long drive here.
Bianca's gloved hands cupped a coffee, mostly to keep her hands warm. Even though she loved the cold, her body didn't cope too well with it. She'd always end up with the flu, or a bad cold. Her immune system wasn't at all strong. The steam emitted from the cup, floating up into the clouds. She took another sip from it, hissing as it scalded her tongue. It was still hot from when she'd bought it, but it would surely cool down soon with the bitter breeze. Bianca hadn't seen anyone from school yet, which she found rather surprising. Usually she'd find all sorts of people from her community in the park on a Saturday morning, usually them that do drugs, or play sports. But so far she'd seen none. California was definitely a big jump from the rush and bustle in New York.
Bianca had chose a rather simple outfit this morning. She'd gotten up bright and early before her room mate, hoping to get out to the park early. She'd always done this on a Saturday morning, walking around Central Park to release her stress. She enjoyed the alone time, and it was even quieter here. She pulled her trench coat further over her shoulder, avoiding it from falling off. She'd gotten a cinnamon roll from the bakers in town, and ate it on the way. She'd walked into town, her Mustang needing a rest after the long drive here.
Bianca's gloved hands cupped a coffee, mostly to keep her hands warm. Even though she loved the cold, her body didn't cope too well with it. She'd always end up with the flu, or a bad cold. Her immune system wasn't at all strong. The steam emitted from the cup, floating up into the clouds. She took another sip from it, hissing as it scalded her tongue. It was still hot from when she'd bought it, but it would surely cool down soon with the bitter breeze. Bianca hadn't seen anyone from school yet, which she found rather surprising. Usually she'd find all sorts of people from her community in the park on a Saturday morning, usually them that do drugs, or play sports. But so far she'd seen none. California was definitely a big jump from the rush and bustle in New York.