Post by Isabella Slade on Oct 2, 2007 10:35:48 GMT -5
Isabella went into the middle of central park, bring her art supplies bag and a sketchpad. Today there wasn't going to be any painting, just getting back into the flow of things. She set up her stuff and sat down. From where she was sitting she had a perfect view of everything.
She took a deep breath. It felt good to smell that new york city smell again. Where she had gone, the smell was so...clean; it felt weird then. Though it still felt weird now. She hadn't really talked to anybody yet, unless you count a brief encounter at Aspen.
Putting her pencil to the paper, Isabella started to draw in the horizon line. S thicker line here, maybe a smudge there...she accidentally touched her face, leaving a smudge on her face. Whoops, thought Isabella with a giggle.She wondered if she would see any of her old friends today...
She took a deep breath. It felt good to smell that new york city smell again. Where she had gone, the smell was so...clean; it felt weird then. Though it still felt weird now. She hadn't really talked to anybody yet, unless you count a brief encounter at Aspen.
Putting her pencil to the paper, Isabella started to draw in the horizon line. S thicker line here, maybe a smudge there...she accidentally touched her face, leaving a smudge on her face. Whoops, thought Isabella with a giggle.She wondered if she would see any of her old friends today...