Hunter Swoop - Second Picture

 

Top-left:

There were several leafless trees, reaching into the clouded skies, not dead, but they seemed as if they have. 

Top-right:

The trees were large, spreading far and wide into the area far away and into the cold, misty air.

Bottom:

Accompanying the forest was a large pond, water freezing almost as cold as ice.

Middle:

The water met with the end of the land. Bright yellow leaves from the trees, once full of life, coated the ground. Everything else withered, becoming as lifeless as the pond, almost.

Story:

As I marched through the path, I began to get second thoughts about whether or not I should have waited after winter for this trip. After a little while, I came across a small pond to my left. There wasn't much to see, but I wanted to look around just for a bit.

There were several leafless tress, reaching into the sky, not dead, but it seemed as if they have. The trees were large, spreading far and wide into the cold, misty air. Accompanying them was the small pond that caught my attention. It was winter, so the water was normally freezing. A gust of wind blew past me. I'm thankful for the beanie that protected my ears from the cold winter wind. I looked on a little closer. The pond ended where the land did, where both ends met. The autumn leaves laid strewn about on the dark brown dirt on the ground. These trees used to be lively, now look at them; decrepit and dead. 

Otherwise, the rest of the area was just as withered as those trees. 

I'd basically soaked in all the glory of whatever this area. Anyway, I went back on the path and continued my otherwise fruitless hike through this place. Man, it is cold.