Stepping outside, Ritchie took a deep breath inhaling the scent of fresh air. He really did love it outside. The sun was slowly making it’s way across the skies, but was still fairly low, as sunrise wasn’t too long ago. Ritchie couldn’t see the sun very well as it was still in the east, but sunsets were just as good and they set over the lake, so it wasn’t bad at all. Ritchie headed down toward the willow he sat in yesterday and perched himself comfortably in the branches. He spotted some geese and sketched them. He wasn’t too bad at art. Everyone had always praised him for how well he played soccer, but no one except his good friends and teacher knew his love for art. Though soccer allowed him to take out anger whilst getting a good workout, drawing had a way of letting him release all his internal turmoil and left him feeling relaxed rather than exhausted. Pleased with his work, Ritchie leaned his head back against the trunk of the tree and closed his eyes.