Tobias Wolf Re-write

"There wasn't much daylight left and they decided to head back toward the road,"(Hunters in the Snow, 23, Wolf). Everyone was overjoyed to see the road. The road meant rooms and the rooms meant faucets and the faucets meant water. It had been a long day. Full of pain and aching bodies. And full of heat. It’s impossible to go three seconds without thinking about the heat. Even though the sun was setting, the blistering heat was swallowing everyone down into its fiery grasp. The moisture seemed to be a mixture of the humidity and the sweat that was radiating off the tired bodies. No one wanted to go back the next day, and come face to face with the unbearable rays of the afternoon. On their first day of ‘camp’, they all shared the joke that they had never seen a sunny day full of despair until then. They would each take the icy wind that comes on a cold winter day gladly as opposed to this. Here rainy days were happy days and sunny days were gloomy. In the afternoon you could hear some of the more optimistic criminals singing ‘here comes the rain! Do do do do. Here comes the rain and I say it’s all right!” Of course the rain will never come. If they were looking for a way to turn criminals around they certainly found it. No one here would ever commit another crime if they had known this is where they would end up. It’s hard to remember the satisfaction that comes with taking a deep breath of fresh air. Now all that comes from a deep breath is 36% water, 14% sweat, 2% insects and 7% dirt. Ahh dirt. Dirt. Dirt. Dirt. Dirt has taken over everything. There are no trees, leaves, or lakes, just dirt. Dirt. Dirt. Dirt. I don't think anyone here can remember what the colors blue or green look like. We see brown and orange because of the different shades of dirt. After a while you can really begin to appreciate the bark brown, or the mucky brown. The different shades have become really prominent when it’s basically the only color you see. Bark brown is everyone’s favorite color to see because it’s the closest we will ever get to trees. Orange and yellow have become everyone’s least favorite colors. The colors of heat. The colors of despair and hatred towards all warm-blooded animals. Oh the heat. Not even the different shades of dirt can keep you mind off of the heat for more than three seconds.