A Lonely Place

The cowboy pauses on the dusty flat of the butte, looking around at the endless scenery of barren rock and desert below. Nothing. As far as the eye can see. In the distance, a coyote howls, a lonely sound in a lonely waste. He is alone, absolutely alone in the empty wilderness.

That's what Hershey feels like right now (sans coyote, rocks, and buttes, of course.)

The joy is gone; the sounds of laughter and learning all are silenced. There is no life, no joi de vivre.

A school during summer break can be a lonely place.