I was told by my teacher to reveiw something, anything. Everyone is reveiwing their favorite books and shows but I'd rather not. Opinions are too costly. With the exeption of an opinion that no one else has. 

I have a special place. A place in the ditch by a feild. Yes, in a ditch. I sit in the grass curled up in a blanket in the cool night air as the sun falls down and hides away from us, its light blushing in the sky dyeing the clouds and ridding them temporarily of their plain white colour. I love this ditch; yes I said ditch, because its my place- no one elses and in solitude I can focus on the swaying oak trees and listen to the coyotes howling as I shiver; never really noticing how cold and blue I've become. Cars rarley saunter by and its my quiet place and so am I. I admire this place as it is much like me but slightly better, a bit more happy. I loved that ditch, yes I said loved. As in its been filled up. Its gone.