There were three paths of only fresh soil, seemingly pure and virgin to walk in, as paths across a newly bred natural terrain... I was on school nearby, in between classes and lunch-time... at classes a prize or end-journey or the place to demonstrate some ideas were on one of these paths and we students would be eager to get to this moment, so we would do things right and passionately.
At lunchtime there were actually people walking all around, students and even tourists, to and fro in the eating center/plaza, but also in these paths. They seemed very peaceful when there. I wanted also to be there, but got my lunch sandwich first, doing a line in which I felt awkward at some point, I forgot why (maybe a bully or simply people-awkwarkd-ness) but later I was eating my sandwich and walking up the peaceful path in the middle, all which had mainly pure and fresh soil, with a vivid and beautiful brown, in which I had an overall sense of almost a womb-sort-of-place, a place of birth, a place for new things and growing things, and I could almost feel the soil in my hands, in my skin, feeling its awaiting sprouts. It was a sense I could sometimes even feel it all around me, and would lend me to the most pleasant feel and mood.