Left and Right

On the left side, a gray overcast blankets the sky. A strong chilly wind blows over the high grass, giving it the appearance of waves. Blood red flowers, yellow flowers nearly mustard coloured, and white flowers so dark they are almost gray are scattered throughout the field. There are also drab purple flowers, but they aren't typical daisy type flowers like the others. They are in the shape of small snapdragons. A boulder is half buried nearby. Not too far away, two large pine trees and an old barn obstruct the horizon.

The right side is completely different. The sun is shining brightly, and there's hardly a cloud in the sky. A light breeze washes over the field. Every little plant and blade are dancing at their own pace, in random directions and at random frequencies. There is a complete absence of temperature here, if you can image a sensation of being neither hot nor cold. These red flowers are a lively scarlet, these yellow flowers are the colour of bananas, or candy, and these white flowers couldn't be any brighter. There are no purple flowers in this field. There are no boulders. In the distance all there is is an old wooden fence with a few small deciduous trees spaced moderately far apart. After that the field continues.

The flowers are so remarkably different. It's almost hard to picture them in a bouquet together. I wonder if they are the same flowers, and that it's just the lighting that makes them so startlingly different.

Ms. Cat said that we should be in the middle of our two hemispheres. The line goes straight, as I now can see. It shouldn't be so hard to follow, although if this the difference between the two sides, well, I know I've been vacillating; Bouncing back and forth between the two sides. Who would've thought walking a straight line could be so hard?