Post by Princess Izobel on Aug 11, 2006 18:52:08 GMT
Iz wandered through the tall wrought iron gates into the small humble town park. Its pretty small she thought to herself as she walked up the small path towards the almost deserted playarea. Izobels dress blew in the wind and she flatered as she got caught in a rather strong gust that pushed her slightly to the left. "Thank goodness I wore flat shoes" she muttered to herself. Iz sat down on one off the old rusty swings and let the wind gently push her back and forth. Her hair swung round and got in her face, Iz oushed it back with her hairband and smiled at the silence of this small sub-urban park.
