White House Descriptive Writing

A gentle breeze caresses my cheek, brushing a few pesky strands of hair away from my face. It is late, later than usual. The sun will set soon despite its height in the sky. It shines with a radiance that carries the inexplicable feeling of summer. Luckily, the radiance is not raining down with its usual heat, gifting everyone with a cool evening. I stand at the edge of my driveway waiting for my wristwatch to read seven O’ clock. Fifty seconds. Stretching my arms across my chest, I loosen my muscles. Thirty seconds. Across the street a child plays in a flower garden, eating dirt. Twenty seconds. My foot taps against the asphalt impatiently and I lift my hand to turn up the volume of my Powerbeats. Ten seconds. The presumed mother of said child rushes out of her house and swats the dirt out of the hands of her child. Seven O’ clock. The chill of the wind hits …show more content…
My breath puffs out of my chest, slow and steady. Sunlight showers me, burning my forehead and bleaching my hair. The road curves around the bend of houses leading me throughout the town of Rice. I cross the road, careful of traffic, and enter a new division. A bead of sweat collects upon my brow, working to cool my increasing body temperature. Time drags, snagging on hanging branches and protruding rocks, or so it seems. Resistance begins to pull at my willpower. I could stop. I don’t really need to run anyway. Turning up my music a notch, I zone out. I don’t think, I run.
7: 21: 54 pm. My feet slap the concrete, falling in time with the beat of my music. I hear nothing outside of the tune playing in my ear. The back of my neck is damp and my cotton t-shirt sticks to my form. The wind, which was once chilly, offers small moments of bliss as it swirls around my body. The muscles in my abdomen begin to ache, my feet cramp under the stress of carrying my body weight. It has been too long since I’ve ran. Lord, or whoever is watching over us if there really is someone, please give me strength.