Week 3 - Empiricism

It started to rain. She was cold and wet, and started to cry with the overwhelming, hard to breath tightning in her chest. She kept spurting in breathts, trying not to cry as much. All she wanted was to be at home where at least she knew it was safe and warm. She decided to try and look for the fastest way out of the field that she was in and away from the pond. She headed over by the tree line where she saw the dog run to after she woke up. Started to look around, up and down the tree trunks, she spots an old brown tainted poloroid photo of her mother. The photo was lying among various dead leaves. She crouches down to pick it up and squints closely at it, trying to figure out who it is. The photo of her mother was of her not even looking at the camera, because she cared too much about her daughter to look up at the camera. The acual photo was crinkled and dried from water damage, with a brown tint of old dirt sticking to the back of it. Just like an old musty book with the dried wavy brown pages. She holds on to the photo while scratching the top of her head as she keeps looking around along the ground. She then turns around and heads back through the tall grass of the field, past the pond toward what looks like a long skinny gravel road. It was only a couple feet wide, had more dirt than acual gravel though. She starts down the gravel path while occasionally looking at the photo of her mother, still trying to figure out who it is while walking down into the rocky abyss.