Alex Mwamsindo
Sheyene Heller
English Composition 1
01/27/16
“The beauty of Jumbo campground at Mesa, Colorado”
The sun shone fair brilliant white light through the thin mist. The mist wrapped around the camp site in the glassy air. A cozy thin breeze it was; like a fine cloying wine searching the palate and bringing a bloom to the cheek. The air was cool and brisk, like a refreshing drink of cold lemonade after hours under the scorching sun. Red, yellow and orange leaves fluttered on the soft caring breeze. It was as if a friendly hand was affably lowering them to the ground. Whispers between these leaves filled the air. The breeze fluttered around, amiably caressing everything it touched with fingers that had been a comfort to so many over their …show more content…
The mist loomed as far as I could see. It was almost tangible and everything still became silhouettes against a blanket of white. The tall Freemont cottonwood tree tops disappeared in the swirling white. There was something different about the breeze. It seemed angry and subtle. The breeze plucked the leaves and the worn-out fruits from the branches creating a cemetery. The laughing breeze crept to me, hissing at the warmth of my body. The cold became my foe ready to strike at me with its poisonous venom like a snake. The melodious sound of the distant birds that rent the air receded like chaff before the wind. The tranquility in the camp was unbelievable. Everyone’s footsteps in the camp being swallowed by a lurking beast in the vicinity. The gelid breeze from the hill tops carried an unsettling smell. The particles invaded my lungs like bees smoked from their hive. Its unpleasant odor was as fresh as any meadow without the tincture of grass. The squalor wrapped itself around my body like the second skin, I neither want nor need. The air ricked of death. I saw many flies gadding around a carcass that appeared bloated. Indeed, death had his way
Sheyene Heller
English Composition 1
01/27/16
“The beauty of Jumbo campground at Mesa, Colorado”
The sun shone fair brilliant white light through the thin mist. The mist wrapped around the camp site in the glassy air. A cozy thin breeze it was; like a fine cloying wine searching the palate and bringing a bloom to the cheek. The air was cool and brisk, like a refreshing drink of cold lemonade after hours under the scorching sun. Red, yellow and orange leaves fluttered on the soft caring breeze. It was as if a friendly hand was affably lowering them to the ground. Whispers between these leaves filled the air. The breeze fluttered around, amiably caressing everything it touched with fingers that had been a comfort to so many over their …show more content…
The mist loomed as far as I could see. It was almost tangible and everything still became silhouettes against a blanket of white. The tall Freemont cottonwood tree tops disappeared in the swirling white. There was something different about the breeze. It seemed angry and subtle. The breeze plucked the leaves and the worn-out fruits from the branches creating a cemetery. The laughing breeze crept to me, hissing at the warmth of my body. The cold became my foe ready to strike at me with its poisonous venom like a snake. The melodious sound of the distant birds that rent the air receded like chaff before the wind. The tranquility in the camp was unbelievable. Everyone’s footsteps in the camp being swallowed by a lurking beast in the vicinity. The gelid breeze from the hill tops carried an unsettling smell. The particles invaded my lungs like bees smoked from their hive. Its unpleasant odor was as fresh as any meadow without the tincture of grass. The squalor wrapped itself around my body like the second skin, I neither want nor need. The air ricked of death. I saw many flies gadding around a carcass that appeared bloated. Indeed, death had his way