We emerged from the dark rose and grey of my car with a cough and passive facial expressions. With a lock of the door someone flinches, then trips, and each of us bursts out into a flicker of a laugh and a giggle. Wandering out of the parking lot, the asphalt falls with a crunch out of our shoes. Solid white concrete hits our feet as we enter the stadium. Noises of the joggers and the students on the track and field flow by our ears as we take our first step onto the bleachers. It’s still a beautiful day of summer. The colors are so vivid. The smells of the dayburnt track and field are so familiar yet seem so long ago. Every breeze that pases feels amazing beyond belief. Cool bare metal meets our asses when we finally sit to rest. The world in front of us spins as we sit and gaze to our right. The orange sun has already gone down behind the two storey building that stands as a host for classrooms during the daytime. But at this time of day the building is used by us as a point of contrast. A point of contrast against the darkening sky with its faint orange glow. The building itself has already become dark. Yet some passageways still allow various shades of sunlight to shine through. What beautiful rays and glows the sun emits as it leaves after yet another day. Its so hard to break our gaze away from the building and the sky that surrounds it. But at last we do and gaze upon the track and field in front of us. The track, usually red like the blood from the cut that my homie acquired from being slammed against a wall, has been turned to a dried brown color by the evening sun. Sitting here for an hour can be the most peaceful thing in the world. Yes. It definitely is.