[The Preserve, Main Trail, Sunday Eveningish]

[turtle_techie]

Donatello had decided on a quiet day spent in contemplation. Or, at least, a day spent away from people. Nice as most of them were, he still wasn't used to being in close quarters with anyone but his brothers. Plus, he didn't have any of his computers yet to distract him.

So he'd found himself wandering the paths of the preserve, enjoying being in a real forest for once. New York had a significant lack of nature, you see, Central Park aside.

[OOC: For importantman]