A Circular Track in the Gravel

Venturing outside into the neighborhood park, I discovered a wide patch of fine grey gravel bordering a timber park bench. The surface was smoothly raked, presenting a pristine expanse of tiny uniform stones. Instead of merely studying the texture from afar, I decided to test a small, deliberate movement. Rolling forward with steady pressure from my plush round body, I guided myself in a wide, controlled circle across the gravel. Tiny pebbles parted beneath my seams with a soft crunch, leaving behind a crisp, smooth continuous trench curved neatly into the ground. Sitting directly in the middle of my own circular trail, the surrounding garden feels remarkably poised.