Trek Assesment #4

I found a place at the end of South Water Street, up a small hill lined with small trees onto a plateau about one football field wide and two long. Few cars pass by and a train maybe once when I am there. Close by there are buildings, industrial and mostly graffitied, and a junkyard, which doesn't seem to run much. Whenever I go to this place I never see another person, sort of. I do see the person conducting the train, or hear the one operating the crane in the junk yard, or driving their car down the road, but I never come into contact with a person in which I would have to open my mouth and talk. As our world is filled with communication in every corner, you can't go anywhere without having to participate, even your own home is filled; computer, phone, television. At times a break from that sort of constant commotion feels rather good. Every time I venture to this place I enjoy a good wander, where my thoughts are free as the wind and a simple wave can satisfy a conductors will for communication.