Kieran
The wind was blowing my hair out of its twist as Ramsey drove down the back road. The windows are down in his Mustang, giving me a clear view of the land. There were a few homes out this way that were set back from the road. A few were on top of a small hill that I would call a mound really. They looked like no one lived in them while they were maintained to some degree. The grass looks almost a mustard brown while the clusters of trees shield parts of it that were green. The leaves have even turned a lighter shade of green than I have ever seen. It makes me wonder how the few deer I have seen could eat something that looks so unhealthy.
All the while, Ramsey stayed quiet, letting me look at the scenery to my heart’s content. The music played low, but I ignored it, noting
