Wind Chimes

 

The Race

 The Race

Russet coloured trees gracefully sway in the gusty autumn wind. While, racers amble in the miry mud, sinking their vivid sneakers. Footprints of determined athletes cover the murky mud turning the ground into chalky waves.

Like paint on the wall, the feet of the runners are stained with dirt. Hurtling over the weather-beaten wooden barrier, contestants ascend down the path jogging on patches of grass and squelchy mud. Masses of people noisily cheer on the racers. While lime coloured lavatories lie behind the loud crowd. Like a compass once milky white ropes navigate the runner’s path to their victory.