The stress of the day plagues my mind as I remember the hardships that affected my thoughts during an unusually strenuous day of high school. My thoughts race in all different directions as I rush toward the only place in this desolate city that I can truly find peace and bliss. For years now, this spot has served as my only sanctuary from the troubling world. I was lucky enough to stumble upon it in my strolls throughout this town. My sacred area is the wooded area behind the flood wall of Tell City; it serves as my temple of unity and the only place that I can gather my thoughts. A feeling of quiet isolation washes over me as I enter through the doorway of the great stone wall of the city. The smell of leaves and fresh rain enters my nose as I step into the paved path of the trail. In the distance, I hear the rhythmic rolling of the river’s waves slowly gliding along the river bank. I look …show more content…
The bird’s harmonious tunes fill my ears as I softly walk along the wooded path. With each new song, I hear, a troubled memory from my day is lightly erased from my mind. The cool shade of the leaves calms my raging blood pressure to a level that is tolerable for my state of being. The sight of a squirrel trying to crack open a nut by hitting it on the ground enters into my field of vision, the squirrel has seen me, but shows no fear and continues to work on its nut. Even the nature and wildlife of this sanctuary has a tranquil feeling to it. I start to take deep breaths; my breathing is to the rhythm of the bird’s melody and the squirrel’s nut cracking. All sounds blend
In the trees the birds stopped singing, and gradually quietened down until silence had completely fallen over the hills. They sat in their nests, motionless, like small figures, lifeless. All could be heard was the wind, and the occasional tumble of leaves onto the rocky surface beneath.
Onward we walk; my master and I, until the sight of a small footbridge stops us in our tracks. With its haphazard stones that form a conglomerate arch upon which to cross, I freeze in fear. Directly beneath the bridge, I hear the interjections of water snakes hissing and slithering through the mosquito infested water. Virgil takes the lead and tests the bridge's sturdiness, signaling for me to follow. The bridge wobbles beneath us with each step taken. Its slipperiness and lack of walls to prevent the looming creatures under the water from consuming me strike fear in my heart. Crossing the bridge, I am met by the base of a mountain, fashioned with a tall, narrow opening that fades to eternal black. I enter. A rhythmic thumping grows louder
Jim is an innocent young man, living on the coast of Queensland. In this peaceful town, everybody is happy and at peace with themselves and with nature. The people enjoy the simple pleasures of life - nature, birds, and friendly neighbourly conversations. Their days are filled with peaceful walks in the bush, bird watching and fishing. Jim and his friends especially enjoy the serenity of the sanctuary and the wonders of nature that it holds.
As I walked inside, people pass by these big marble rocks. Taking a closer look, I could see that these stones have names of celebrities on them. They are unique structures walking past; in the center of these, there is a fountain. I can smell the scent of fresh water flowing out of it and feel the water splashing on my feet as my family and I walk past it.
“I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild strident argument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair. Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
Adam Kirkland Wilson Knight ENG1113 RYAK 9/2/16 Inside the Fire The sun shone brightly in the sky, and sounds and smells of spring wafted through the air to caress the senses of a young boy walking into town. Thick mud left over from the previous evening's showers quickly had begun to dry, and the boy couldn't help but stop for a moment to enjoy the pleasant atmosphere of the bustling forest trail. Squirrels began to chatter excitedly, and knocked acorns from their already tentative perch among the boughs of a large oak. The young boy realized that the squirrels agitation stemmed from a strange man who approached further down the path, and cautiously stepped forward to greet the traveler.
With stress on my mind and a cookie in my hand, I headed towards the wooded area behind her home. At the beginning of the trail, there was an old rotting tire swing barely hanging onto a low-hanging branch. The extensive amount of muddy puddles and the surrounding damp grass made me hesitant to follow through with my grandmother’s suggestion; the mountain of homework that waited for me back at home convinced me to continue. Trees towered over me, adding to the existing weight of stress that sat upon my shoulders, as I carefully maneuvered around the biggest puddles, beginning to become frustrated. Today was a terrible day to go for a walk, so why would my grandmother suggest this? Shaking my head in frustration, I pushed forward. The trail was slightly overgrown. Sharp weeds stabbed my sides every few steps, and I nearly tripped over a fallen tree branch. As the creek barely came into view, I could feel the humidity making my hair curly and stick to the sides of my face. After stopping to roll up the ends of my worn blue jeans, I neared the end of the trail. Bright sunlight peeked through the branches and reflected off the water. The sun must have come out from behind a cloud, seeing as it now blinded me as I neared the water. A few minutes passed by before I could clearly see
Upon arrival into the jungle of vast buildings, the first thing noticed is the mobbed streets filled with taxi cabs and cars going to and fro in numerous directions, with the scent of exhaust surfing through the air. As you progress deeper into the inner city and exit your vehicle, the aroma of the many restaurants passes through your nostrils and gives you a craving for a ?NY Hot Dog? sold by the street venders on the corner calling out your name. As you continue your journey you are passed by the ongoing flow of pedestrians talking on their cell phones and drinking a Starbucks while enjoying the city. The constant commotion of conversing voices rage up and down the streets as someone calls for a fast taxi. A mixed sound of various music styles all band together to form one wild tune.
As I stumble among the dense underbrush, I spot a lethargic looking male. This brings me great shock, as I regularly visit this particular patch of overgrown forest as its raw and unkept beauty never fails to amaze me, yet I have never seen anyone else here. I watch him and notice he seems at home sitting about the patch of overgrown grass. In awe, I begin to gawk as dancing yellow petals fall from the bushes behind him, leaving him appearing to be godly. As questions flood my mind, I consider his stance as his body is positioned in an inattentive slump, full of arms and legs.
Away from the immense sea, white foams from the waves gather gently onto the golden shore. Now, half of a glowing, radiant light looms across the water 's horizon. The sea turns blood-red and darkness creeps up like a thief. The necklace that once reflected its passionate energy of fury moments ago now resembled a mere costume jewellery. Perhaps the loss of the necklace’s elegance and sophistication was the reason to why it was disregarded. Pity the owner did not see the necklace radiating its splendour at its peak. Anyhow, the nightfall creates a sensation of joy and tranquillity in me. Every sight and sound stimulates a sense of composure and serenity; and the effect is heightened by the absence of the noisy bustle of our daily work, only to be exposed to the never-ending music of the waves, and to breathe the fresh air instead of the stale atmosphere of classrooms. It is not easy to describe the effect of this sight; it can only be strangely deciphered in my mind. It is however, a very tangible and distinct emotion, though its allure really depends upon the reality of the world from a further point of view, away from the definite predictabilities of the world, all in which an instant becomes like a translucent drape which almost consents me to catch a glimpse of a ideal and more breath-taking reality. The worldly desires, expectations, worries, schemes, suddenly cease to exist. It is as though all of
The overall poem is a gesture of admiration towards nature. Six simple lines describe an everyday change of a whether which turns out to be not as ordinary as it sounds. By introducing the entrance of the fog to the city, the writer refers to finding charm in everything that happens in the world of nature. The image of fog is so sudden and instant with its glimpse of pleasantness and charm. The words
Walking, there is no end in sight: stranded on a narrow country road for all eternity. It is almost dark now. The clouds having moved in secretively. When did that happen? I am so far away from all that is familiar. The trees are groaning against the wind’s fury: when did the wind start blowing? Have I been walking for so long that time hysterically slipped away! The leaves are rustling about swirling through the air like discarded post-it notes smashing, slapping against the trees and blacktop, “splat-snap”. Where did the sun go? It gave the impression only an instant ago, or had it been longer; that it was going to be a still and peaceful sunny day; has panic from hunger and walking so long finally crept in? Waking up this morning, had I been warned of the impending day, the highs and lows that I would soon face, and the unexpected twist of fate that awaited me, I would have stayed in bed.
It’s a beautiful morning, as my group of friends and I wake up, we hear the pounding and the thrashing of the water slamming on the moss covered granite rock, I go down the eroded leaf covered pathway to fetch water just like I would do every morning, the sun had just begun to rise, the mixture of scarlet red, orange, and a bleach-like yellow beaming against the hurried water of the river that led into the waterfall shone like flakes of gold floating on top of the whitening water. The serene environment of the surrounding rocks overlooking the waterfall, the ambience of water clashing against the granite, and the aroma of the white pine filling the forest is an awe inspiring experience to all who dare make their way down the narrow and lengthy
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.