You take a seat and breathe a while. Tiny green strokes of sunflowers and tomato plants sway in the wind, marking the spot north of your building you've all made into a garden. The two goats are out of sight, must be hidden behind the reddish outline of the chicken coop. The sheep are down by one of the other apartment buildings. The air has cooled enough to feel like relief. Behind you the path diverges, putting you at a three-way intersection. When you feel ready, you get back up.