Alice in the Park – a Path Across the Field

Alice continues walking along this autumn path. Now she's absolutely certain that this is an autumn field. But you can't say it will be like this in the future. And beyond that, there could be a summer forest. Alice is absolutely certain of that. Here's the path. And she's going forward. Or backward. It depends on how you look at it. That's what Alice thinks. She's a very smart girl, after all.

Yellow, dry grass. That's definitely autumn. And brown, dry grass. That's even more so, because it's autumn. The grass in the field has already dried. And the road is so quiet and long. Dry, well-trodden earth. Such dark red earth. Like clay or sand. Sand.

A cool breeze is blowing. As if whispering something. But she can't understand what it's trying to say. The breeze is cool. That's all that's clear. A little more and it will be cold. But for now it's still warm.

It's so quiet here. It's a very quiet place now. A quiet field. Only a cool wind rustles the grass. And you can hear something besides silence. The sound of dried grass. When the wind blows. The sky is gray. And clouds. But there are gaps in the sky. It's definitely autumn here.

Alice walks along the path. In her dress. And her hair is fluttering in the breeze. It's fun to walk here. Alice tries to tell herself that it's fun to walk through such a long field. In fact, it's very boring. Alice is not tired. Not at all. Not for a second. It's just that walking here has become boring.

Alice even considered running forward. But she decided against it. She must conserve her strength. The field is not endless. So said the mushroom. And no one else has appeared here for a long time. There were caterpillars. Alice remembers them all. There was a mushroom. There were ants. Some new ones.

And here is a field. This is a road. It leads on and on. And there's nowhere to turn here. Autumn is cool in places. Sometimes the breeze is actually cold. And sometimes it's just cool. Such a strange road across the entire field. Who designed such a boring road?

Now the wind blew again. And it became cool. Even cold. The sky was light gray, and nothing changed in this landscape. It was like an artist's painting. And you were walking in it. Everything seemed frozen in one moment. Alice also likes to paint. Alice remembered. It was just like in the fairy tale Alice in Wonderland. Only Alice is in an autumn field. This amused her.

The main thing to remember is what the mushroom said. It said the field would end. And there would be a fork in the road. To the valley of mushrooms or to the ant village. You just have to keep going. But it's as if you're standing still. You keep going and going. But nothing changes.

The field is all the same. Everything is the same. How long can you look at all this? You can easily walk here with your eyes closed. Everything is the same. And the road is straight. Only the road is not smooth. With potholes and bumps. And here and there the grass is dry. Or some bushes. Sometimes the path goes a little to the side. It's actually straight, of course. Sometimes it's a little one way. Sometimes it's a little the other way.

So you can't do it with your eyes closed. You have to watch your step. The road is well-trodden. It's obvious people walk here a lot. There are even stones lying in the road. Small ones. And sometimes there are branches lying on the road.

Alice sighed. The wind blew. Quite cool again. And Alice walked forward. Alice sighed again. But the breeze died down. So Alice continued walking across the field.