Alice in the Park – Alice Sings a Song

The path has widened. It's clearly some kind of field. Made of autumn grass. Which has already turned yellow. Or maybe just those dry, sturdy stems. There's nothing but grass all around. Yellow. Dark yellow. Lots of dry branches. Lots of dry grass. Everything is dark yellow. Different shades of yellow.

"Wow!" Alice thought to herself.

The path is wide. It's a nice, well-trodden path. There are even footprints. Clearly not human. But some kind of little animals. Alice imagined smart rabbits and equally smart bunnies walking here. Running back and forth. And that might be too much. It's enough that they're constantly walking here.

The path is made of sand. Also yellowish. With pebbles here and there. Small. Such a wide, joyful path. Just right for Alice. To walk here. And you can go very far this way.

“Path, path, where do you lead?” Alice begins to sing.

The field is long and vast. There's no end in sight. The path is in the middle. And on both sides, endless fields. There's some kind of fog in the distance. It seems far, far away, if you look. Maybe there are trees there. And a forest. It seems so. Alice forgot her glasses at home. To see better. Or does she not wear glasses?

“Path, path, where do you lead?” Alice hums.

A chilly autumn wind begins to blow. Not very cold. But cool.

“It's gotten a bit chilly here!” thought Alice.

The wind would be cool at times, and then it would die down. And it would become so quiet and pleasant. A whole world made of the field. When there's no wind, it's even warm. But every now and then a wind blew along the path. Quite cool.

"That wind must be why all the grass has withered!" Alice thought.

The wind died down, then came back. And all around was the field. Dark yellow grass. In places, even brown. It had withered long ago. Even the sticks had become strong. And it wouldn't be easy to make your way through such thickets. If, of course, anyone would think of such a thing. And the field just kept going on and on. It must be endless.

"Path, path, where are you leading?" Alice hummed.

"This is definitely an autumn field! And it's been like this for a long time!" Alice thought.

The road was mostly straight. Only here and there, literally a centimeter or so, was it shorter, then back to its former length. Here and there, very sparsely, small bushes still grew right along the path. But sparsely. And very small ones at that. "Path, path, where do you lead?" Alice hums a song.

Alice walked and walked along this path. As if she were walking through dreams. About summer and a field. Or that autumn when it's cold, but not freezing. Sometimes there's a wind. And everything is like autumn. But still warm. For the most part, at least. Alice loves to dream. And this field seemed to be taken from a dream. Or maybe she had found herself in a dream. In a dreamland.

Sometimes the wind blew. Sometimes it didn't. Alice sang a song. And everything around was the same. An autumn field. With dried grass. Quite tall. And Alice didn't even think about going there. She just walked along the path.