#6 Under a tree

This is so not what I feared for, it is even worse, it is a place where I actually feel kinda home if ever I had that feeling.
As target destination I chose New Oxford; both because I had a hunch I could find a quiet spot here and because the flyer for Port Atlantis showed a stable and I hate the reek of farms.

Painting by Jamira, the deer mall and art galleries in New Ofxord

Now I’m sitting under a tree feeling and smelling nature and viewing the passage of people looking around this place. From what I’ve been hearing it seems that this complete place has only been around for two months or so.
It reminds me of the time I was a child, I would sit under my favourite oak tree in the inner court of the orphanage. I could spend hours reading stories and science books on my PalmBook (one of the few gifts I got from Lt. Mike) until either it started to rain or I was called inside.

But unlike then; these trees here don’t look ill and brownish and although it is only June, Omega16 burns brighter than I ever remember earths sun felt doing.