Light beaming through flourishing trees smothered by thick clouds made of tiny water droplets. Small popsicles attached to each individual blade of lush green grass. Blurred out distance by soft cotton ball clouds. Uncertain of what is next to come. Long thin single strands of hair glide smoothly through the fresh breaths of the bright blue sky. Tall brown sticks, bark looking like a banana peels half on the ground. Prancing over top of me, giving me the feeling of what an ant life is like. Long limbs striding along the midnight sky pathway. Bright yellows, oranges and reds repel from the higher points of the sticks grabbing my attention away from me. The sound of inhaling air began to increase into a gasp. The fresh cool wind drifted past my soft, red checks. My sweat glands began to open, ant sized droplets slivered down the …show more content…
Eyes suddenly drawn to the dark green moss slightly creeping through the cracks that continued up the wall. The wall began to triple in size. Feet pacing one after another speed was gaining, and mind spinning like a spider web. The creamy wall that blocked my vision leaked a blur of grey atmosphere, I could now slightly see the frosted over grass and the entire audience that had gradually took their weight to their feet. Hands began to collide back and forward among the audience. The sound began to get louder and louder as parents and teachers were getting more and more vocal. My focus was being disturbed the pace began to slow down. Distractions were all around small babies crying their little hearts out, adults chatting away, the caretaker on the lawn mower and small children on the frosted over playground. My mind was all jumbled up and lost focus on the real prize of finishing. The distractions seemed to overpower the concentration of crossing over the bright white line that was suddenly occurring in my
I prepared myself for the upcoming adventurous day. I set out along a less-traveled path through the woods leading to the shore. I could hear every rustle of the newly fallen leaves covering the ground. The brown ground signaled the changing of seasons and nature's way of preparing for the long winter ahead. Soon these leaves would be covered with a thick layer of snow. The leaves still clinging to the trees above displayed a brilliant array of color, simultaneously showing the differences of each and the beauty of the entire forest.
The silver light of the moon was cloaked by the thick clouds . Yet, a ray of gray light trickled down upon the muddy pathway. Fallen branches and twisted twigs caught on to my ankle, and I could hear the leaves crunch underneath my worn out sandals. I could feel the sharp ends of the debris scraping against my pale skin. I tried to avoid them, yet I could barely make out anything on the path through the intense darkness of the night; not even the lantern could cut through it.
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.
I am forced to eat my dinner outside at the table. As I sit outside i decide it is peaceful enough to make some observations for this essay. As i look out into my backyard i see complete darkness the only light is the light shining in from the house and the bright, warm, and white light glowing off the circular moon. I feel a cool breeze that chills my neck, I pull my jacket up over my neck and take a sip of my warm hot chocolate i made inside. As i observe our _____ tree in my backyard i can hear the faint rustling of leaves and see them twitching on the tree. I can only see a silhouette of the branches in front of the moon. But this is all i needed to see, i felt content. I can hear a faint howl of a neighbor's dog and quit a sound of my own dogs paws walking on the cement. As i glance up towards the black thin telephone wire i see a small innocent creature running along the wire. SIlently it scatters over the tree and leaps onto the tree without a noise. It was a rat making its way around without a single noise. The beauty of the silence this rat maintained is un describable. Suddenly i am hit with another gentle cool breeze causing my feet and toes to feel stiff. I rest my foot on the cold hard cement. Despite the cement being uncomfortable i feel secure and safe. The cement feels unbreakable and strong even in the dark of the night.
His breathing was heavy, and his heart rate had increased tremendously. He tried to calm down, but he couldn’t seem to settle. He quickly walked to his bedroom and grabbed the bottle of whiskey to calm his nerves. He still didn’t relax even as he took quite a few large gulps before he put it away. He sat at the bed and stared at the wall. His breathing relaxed as did his heart rate. He noticed that the wall began taking a new color. It had started to blacken, a deep despairing black that seemed to grow and creep steadily along the wall. In some parts, it began to crack. The cracks seemed to stem from the areas in which he had repaired it a few months back. He’d have to redo it eventually. Or maybe, he would die before the wall fell. He had soon hoped that he would. The exciting days of youth had left him as he became stiff from a tumble down the stairs. Walking was a struggle for him, and it bothered him to walk upstairs to his bedroom so for the most part he slept in his desk chair. He doubted that he would have the strength to fix the wall at all, and with Miss Julia gone there was no sense in even
As the first rays of the sun peak over the horizon, penetrating the dark, soft light illuminates the mist rising up from the ground, forming an eerie, almost surreal landscape. The ground sparkles, wet with dew, and while walking from the truck to the barn, my riding boots soak it in. The crickets still chirp, only slower now. They know that daytime fast approaches. Sounds, the soft rustling of hooves, a snort, and from far down the aisle a sharp whinny that begs for breakfast, inform me that the crickets are not the only ones preparing for the day.
Amidst a long, desiccated tunnel, that leads from the aesthetic outside world, into the excruciating world, where time stands still. A blinding hallway that is like an entrance to an insane asylum, with pictures and flyers drenching the hallway walls. The smooth tile blanched my eyes, with their reflexive capabilities. The effete doors looking like windows into the abyss. The ephemeral thumping causes the metal to rattle. Entering through the growling doors, and ordinarily seeing all those desks, just like entering in on a colossal crowd. In the gargantuan, white room, away from all living things, I took a monumental exam that would guide the rest of my mathematical life.
A new day has begun. Slowly ascending into the cold dark sky, the sun glows vibrantly with delight. The passionate colours fill the sky with warmth like the pink grapefruits, zesty lemons, citrus oranges and cherry red. The sea so subtle sparkles preciously as it strolls up against the shore. The crystal water that stretch out far into the horizon gets darker and deeper but stays very calm.
A slow red sphere, pulsating with light and energy, rose across the hazy horizon; feeding the once dark and bleak island with colours, sound, and life. It was like an artist’s canvass slowly coming to life, as splashed the surface with colours and hues, and carefully put together his masterpiece. The island suddenly lit up as if someone had suddenly twisted the brightness knob on a television set, and flicked on the volume. The dark and mysterious trees and plants suddenly lit up with radiant joy, and I saw the finer detail of my surroundings in the brightness of the morning sun. As I got up I saw a multitude of ants scurrying about on the dark gnarled root, I gazed deeper into the ants world, staring in fascination at the various dark smudges, running across the root like farmers on a newly ploughed field. The black smudges crawled across the root, sometimes stopping as they came into contact with another ant waved their antennas about in joy to each other, and sometimes picking up a crumb in joy and sprinting back to the colony ecstatic with excitement. The crescendo of sound slowl...
As I lay on the minute golden grains of sand, I looked up at the brilliant sky, adorned with flashes of pink and orange and purple, mirroring the colours of a flawless seasoned apricot. The goddess-like sun’s face is being embraced by the demure navy fingertips of the skyline.
The soft shambling of the tree branches seemed to whisper to him, though the wind were using them to talk. He turned his back to the manor with it's shining fields of flowing grass, and faced the slightly darker forest. He began heading in the direction of the town he had seen. The woodland's pillars shown dark red in the sunlight, an almost blood like maroon. The trees resembled birch trees in bark and texture, but the branches extended so thickly that Shin had at first had mistaken it for a grove of oaks. He shuffled his feet through the thin layer of leaves covering the ground. He remembered walking through the park on his home from school as a first year, how he had then shuffled his feet through the leaves, perhaps to feel peace.
Sometimes the grasshoppers would appear from around a blade of grass as if they were asking for approval to jump on my blanket. Every so often a leaf would jump off its branch to greet me as I sat. It would float through the air as light as feather and land softly on the grass. As the autumn drew near, it was like a rainstorm of brown, yellow and red leaves, all falling to make way for the beautiful spring leaves.
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.
The sky, mid-afternoon, a beautiful canvas graced with sky blues and pure milky whites. The blue in the depths beyond and the smooth, rounded, sugary sweet clouds in the foreground; February mornings were made to be like this. Stained white wooden porches, green plastic lawn and garden chairs and a yellow butterfly dancing above the steamy urban pavement with an invisible partner to a made up song.
The sun was still below the horizon but the clouds above the mountains were tainted the color of pomegranates. Around me the shadows seemed empty. I tried not to look into the brush as I walked down the driveway. I had stopped before, looking to see the back of the shadows; staring hard, only to have them retreat from my eyes indefinitely. Invisible birds called from within. Their sound followed me down the driveway and onto the road.