Small trees and grass tall enough to tickle your shins, through which a well-trodden path meanders, leading to a humble hut with a straw roof.

In fifth grade art class, we were given a particular assignment: drawing a path through a landscape.

Our teacher demonstrated the desired end result: The path would start up close, winding it’s way in endless curves, getting narrower and narrower until it would dissappear completely into the horizon. An even plateau and distant mountains served to complete the scene.

Something about the assignment felt a bit silly. Maybe it was one of those times when a teacher seemed a tad haughty while showing a special trick. Or maybe it was that road, twisting relentlessly left – right – left – right – left – right…

Turns out that special trick did stick with me all these years.