floating

The old machine shop had been vacated a few months ago, a more modern replacement having been built about a block up the road. And when the university's maintenance department gave up their claim to the building, the science department swooped in and planted their flag. Having their experiment labs was nice, but they were too small. This allowed the department to work on larger-scale experiments. Fortunately, the robotics group had finished up their work in the shop on Friday afternoon, leaving the floor cleared and the weekend open for more unofficial activities.

Wind rustled through the grass of the meadow, which shimmered in the bright sunlight of early afternoon. June was a lovely time of year in this part of the country. Joshua took a long breath of the fresh summer air as he stood in the middle of the meadow. From where he stood, he could see all the little trails and footpaths that wound through the meadow, joining other trails, some going past the little pond of bulrushes at the far corner of the field, all eventually leading back into the forest of oaks and bays and Douglas firs that made up most of the park.