Shayna stood at the gates to the park, staring in.
Past the gates was a green jungle. A mix of trees and bushes and grass and plants, all kinds. There were squirrels hopping between trees, looking for their spring sustenance. People walking their dogs, the dogs hurrying ahead or stopping to smell. A sign warned her not to let dogs off a leash, as there might be coyotes, but no one seemed to be paying attention to it.
Behind her a motor revved, someone in a crappy car with a too-loud muffler begging for attention. Shayna didn’t turn, didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking.
She took a deep breath. The clean, green air filled her lungs. She smiled, feeling the home and life. She stepped forward, walking through the gates and leaving the outside world behind.