fandomtownies | The Park, Thursday Night

A cup of coffee cradled in her hands, and clad in a bulky sweater, Laura took advantage of a break in the rain to wander across the way to the park. She lowered herself onto a bench, bringing her knees up to her chin. Around her, she listened to the rustle of wind in the trees, crickets and other creatures beginning their nightly performance; she could smell the moist earth, left from the rain earlier in the day. It was a nice change from New Caprica...and something else to write home about.

[Open for any of your Thursday night park needs. Laura's available for interaction...for a little while, at least.]