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  Nothing. That's the first thing that comes to mind. Absolutely nothing. It's not that it's not beautiful – it is. It's just that I've been on this path so many times going home that I've gotten used to of it. It's nothing new or exciting. The only thing that can be remotely exciting are the leaves – they are very beautiful. Orange, red, some didn't even change, others are brown. Soppy and gross, the ground stuck to my shoes but I dealt with it because the colors of the leaves distracted me. It was always my favorite part about walking down this path after school, going home. Not just the relief that fills my mind because I know my destination – because I knew that after I reached my destination, I most likely won't be going anywhere else. Just relaxation, going on my laptop, nothing to bother me. It was so peaceful. Not a single sound could be heard, I could honestly hear a pin drop on the wet dirt ground. It doesn't really make me think of anything – it doesn't remind me of anything, it just looks... Beautiful. Magical. Unfortunately, it doesn't look beautiful at the end, for it was just a road, and a rock, splitting the path in two, but both leading the same direction. For some, it leads home, for others, it leads to nowhere, maybe even just CVS or that Asian restaurant. For me, it leads to home. To a place where I can just lay down, and relax. If I close my eyes, I can see myself in the middle of the path, just lying there on top of a blanket, a pillow underneath my head, I'd be cocooned in a blanket, bringing warmth, safety and comfort, for blankets were my security blanket – like a child with a stuffy or a pillow or something close to them, mine's any blanket. Any blanket that can cover me toe to chin, wrap me up in a cocoon and keep me protected from anything out there that may want to harm me. There is no sound, no sound to let my mind wander. Barely any light to let me sleep, in comfort, safety. I feel the pain my feet bring every day, since I let my feet carry me throughout the day, bringing me out of a fantasy that will surely never happen, but has already happened. Beauty, relaxation, relief, is this the key to true happiness? Something that people search for their whole lives but never have an answer to? Something that may be once-in-a-lifetime, something you'll never forget but visit when the day is rainy? When you're lying in bed but can't sleep? What are emotions? What is happiness? Relaxation? Beauty? Relief? Love?