Sketch 2

Birds chirp in every direction. A hum of a small engine comes from maintenance down the hill. I can hear the snow cracking and popping like the curial rice crispiest. Some students come out of the art building with pack packs fully loaded. A white bike can be seed at the wise center door. Tom comes over making shore I am productively doing my work. A small orange truck drives by the pond going up to the dorms and then takes a right by the health center driving by the meetinghouse. As I look at the glass doors and windows I can see threw the building. My mom is walking on the other side with are dog Makana. He runs up to see me all muddy. I pat his head and then my mom walks by saying hi. Many people are walking around after class. I wonder if I hot the times wrong. Was I supposed to be back by now? Then I think know because bobby is sitting on the wise center steps looking at me. I save. Then I can smell a smell that reminds me of the beach. Someone I have never seen walks by and says, are you doing cycling today.”