Annie carefully laid down a picnic blanket, the sun beating down on her as it slowly crossed the sky. Her basket held down one corner while her tote bag held down another. It was weighed down by all of her art supplies - more than she usually carried but she knew she would be here for quite some time. Her friend would be joining her soon (though she was perpetually late). Annie had arrived early, though, in order to sketch. The ever-present journal was in her hands, charcoal already staining her fingertips.