The Front of My Apartment Complex

It’s a typical after school day. A beautiful sunny day accompanied by a cool breeze, which cools off the sun’s harsh rays. I just said good-byes to my friends at the school bus stop, and now I am on a stroll towards home. Ahead of me I see two rows, both a mixture of houses, apartments, and greenery in random locations. So many houses and apartments with fences! I feel like a trespasser. Now I do my usual right turn, and walk on the curved path that "looks" smaller. My, how do I deceive my mind into believing I’m getting home faster?
I have finally reached the end of this path. The challenge is crossing the street. As usual, there is a neighbor who drives through the curved street without paying attention to the person crossing the street. As the car passes through the one-way street, it leaves a faint petroleum stench behind. I let a car pass by and now a Pale Pink apartment confronts me. I cross the street and notice the worn rectangular building. Weather has been gentle enough to preserve it but the dimmed pink, and the peeling blue paint reveal the building’s true age. On the wooden frames, which are the one’s painted blue, stand the words Studio Manor. This logo always makes me wonder what this apartment used to be. Covering those words, a tremendous tree stands it place, proving shade in weather like this. On the left side of the tree, a dog stands its place on the balcony. I never met its owner, but the dog looks as though it terribly needs love and affection.
Now, I begin to walk on these long rectangular squares, which look more like steps fit for a giant. There are three of them, each gray and cracked with the years. I enjoy walking these pavement creations, as they are wide enough to take a new path home everyday. They are surrounded by greens – grass, plants, and trees. It is a sight that’s pleasing to the eyes. All of it is pleasing – all except for the huge patch of dirt underneath the dog’s balcony. That spot secluded from sunlight is barren, but it expresses the limits to life itself. As I walk towards the gate leading to the apartment’s inside, I take in all my surroundings with a quick glance. On my way upstairs, I can’t help but feel pity for the lonely dog outside.