As I sit in the lush green grass, the warm breeze swirling around me takes my cares far from me. I peer down, far below in the valley floor a small stream trickles along, its torrents splashing minute droplets of water along the banks. The big pine trees opposite give me a sense of protection from the outside world. The sycamore trees are clustered upon the hillside looking down on the world; huge rocks laden with moss are haphazardly scattered all over the fields. I gaze up, there stands the most spectacular wonder - a huge volcano with its precipitous sides reaching up to the skies. I have never felt so calm and tranquil, I feel like this is where I belong.
A sudden cold breeze blows through me making my hair stand on end, goosebumps plague my body as I start to shiver. The leaves in the trees rustle as the grass begins to blow circles around me. The velutinous clouds above start to swirl and race across the sky. Now the wind is howling in the trees, birds start to become unsettled and fly out of the trees, the sun has dipped behind the clouds and all goes dark as if all the light has been drained from the world.
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The ground begins to shake uncontrollably, as I try to stand up I am immediately knocked back down again. Then the volcano starts to shoot up a deadly cloud of volcanic gas, stones, and ash into the air. Molten rock and pulverized pumice are ejected into the air. Lava spews out and sets everything ablaze. The land is bleached in fiery ashes. I start to flee, running as fast as my legs will carry me. I scramble over rocks and down the hillside. When I look back I see the grass is ablaze and the volcano is steaming. Then the worst of all - the pyroclastic cloud comes blasting out of the crater and comes thundering down the hillside. It hugs the ground, destroying everything with its touch. Still, I run as fast as I can to the
The drive to cross the Kentucky border had taken hours and hours of strenuous patience to finally arrive in another state. The view was by far country like as hints of cow manure could be smelled far from a distance. We drive through small towns, half the size of our hometown of Glen Ellyn had been the biggest town we've seen if not smaller. The scenery had overwhelmed us, as lumps of Earth from a great distance turned to perfectly molded hills, but as we got closer and closer to our destination the hills no longer were hills anymore, instead the hills had transformed to massive mountains of various sizes. These mountains surrounded our every view as if we had sunken into a great big deep hole of green pastures. Our path of direction was seen, as the trails of our road that had followed for numerous hours ended up winding up the mountainous mountains in a corkscrew dizzy-like matter.
Sense of Place I was sitting on this boulder just feeling the breeze flowing through my hair. It was a familiar feeling, yet not familiar at the same time. I'm used to feeling the wind in my hair as I run track, but feeling it as I sat, watching the vast desert around me was so different. It has been a long time since I just sat looking and listening to nothing, no youtube, no television, no electronics, just nothing but the breeze.
As shown, both volcanoes and earthquakes are very deadly, and caused plenty of deaths not only by themselves, but also in the events occurring after the original
Boom! A once ice-capped mountain peak explodes as ash fills the air. “‘Vancouver, Vancouver, this is it!’”Those were the last words of expert geologist David Johnston (Gunn 561). In 1980, Mount Saint Helens of the state of Washington erupted, filling the air with ash and causing mudflows powerful enough to lift tons. It decimated everything in its path. The eruptions, mudflows, and ash caused great damage on the landscape, yet it gave us information on how catastrophes happen and how they affect society and the surrounding landscape. The data acquired can also help us understand the way the landscape was formed. Mount Saint Helens caused much damage, but also helped people understand the science behind it.
Only the tops of the Gabilan mountains caught the fading sunshine after it had gone from the valley. A water snake slipped along the pool, it's head held up like a little periscope. The reeds jerked slightly in the current. Far off toward the highway a man shouted something, and another man shouted back. The sycamore limbs rustled under a little wind that died immediately.
Dani and I stand in the sun waiting for the “men” to catch up. The view was worth Quill’s whining and navigating through the snow. The breeze catches in the bright green and gold of new Aspen leaves whispering around the lake. The Pine trees scent the air and bask in the sun to steal its warmth from the forest below. The trees are a dark canopy along our path permitting only a few patches of the raised finely mulched trail to a beam or two of sun. Framed like a photo three pencil lead gray peaks rise above a lower sweeping curve of pines. They look close enough to walk over the ridge and touch them. Boulders precariously cling to the side of the mountains. The perfect deep blue early summer sky is the perfect backdrop.
A cool breeze passed my shoulder. In the instant, it felt chilly. The neighborhood was silent and it felt so very empty. Usually on a Saturday afternoon there would be kids playing outside. The sun was glistening on the trees. Winds blowing once every three to five minutes. Trees and plants will shiver as the wind hits them. Leaves would flip in all directions showing the faded bottoms of the leaves.
Millennials desire and seek a sense of belonging within their environment. This emotional connection can be described through the use of several different terms: sense of place, sense of community, placemaking and place attachment. As a cohort, these young adults wish to identify with their surroundings, and feel like a member of their community because it provides emotional safety, personal connection and encourages personal relationships.
This beautiful planet called Earth comes with a fatal price, natural disasters. One of the most destructive natural disasters out of the many that Earth faces, are volcanoes. When volcanoes strike, everything from people to the environment are affected in both negative and positive ways. One of the biggest effects that volcanoes have on this planet, is to its environment. When volcanoes erupt, they produce rock and ash that eventually settle into the surrounding area.
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
Place identity, is defined as an individual’s meaning making related to a place and sense of belongingness (Easthope, 2009; Seamon 2011). A place or home possesses emotional implications, provides some degree of stability, and serves as a reference for past actions, memories and meaning (Chow et Healey, 2008). For majority of people, it provides an antecedent for consistency and continuity against the inevitability of some form of change. Individuals sense of ‘place’ has consequential effects on a person’s identity construction and their sense of belonging. However, with TCKs and their unique affiliations with their notions of ‘place’-as a result of their high mobile and cross-cultural lifestyles-differentiates its process of the methods in
The family pictures are falling to the floor. I can hear loud crackling noises. It sounds like the bonfires we have every summer. My room is getting hotter and the air is getting thinner as the smoke grows thicker. Where is my window? I keep tripping over the clothes on my floor. I know I’m getting closer to the window because my pile of clothes is next to my dresser which is to the left of the window. I feel it. The glass is still cold from the snow outside. The cold relieves my hands and face from the heat for a split second.
Everyone has a special place that people will never forget. Sometimes it is because there were places that people experienced great joy or comfort. A special place represents peoples’ special memories either good or bad. Memory will following people whole life, and store people’s heart deeper. Good memory will coming all time. My special place and my memory is my grandparent’s house; my grandparent’s house practically is my second home. I would never forget that special place because of things going on my grandparent’s house, which is symbolized by my grandparent’s love.
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit. Green it is always so green here at my house. Here where the air lays heavy and cool on my skin as does the striking rays of the sun upon my cheeks. I know in my soul why I choose to be here every day. Pocketed in all the nooks and crannies of these valleys and hills are stately homes, rich with architecture resplendent. Diversity is the palate here; ...
I think we all have a beautiful place in our mind. I have a wonderful place that made me happy a lot of times, years ago. But sometimes I think that I am the only person who likes this place and I'm asking myself if this place will be as beautiful as I thought when I will go back to visit it again. Perhaps I made it beautiful in my mind.