He stood there, eyes closed, arms raised up to the heavens and felt the wind rush about him – over his head, through his clothes, and enveloping every one of his fingers. The wind was exhilarating, yet powerful. He heard the sound of the forest below, whispering in the wind, swaying back and forth from the force of the wind, unable to resist. He opened his eyes, clear in the light of the sun and gazed at the forest around him, and in an instant he was made afraid, humbled, and then content by the power that the forest held over him
Trees bend and buckle under the burden of Winter’s bounty. A snow hare runs underfoot, unafraid and unfamiliar with the strange creature that has perturbed his home. Birds chirp sparsely, at least those who remain. The aroma of the land is captivating, with the distinct smell of spring soon approaching and a scent of pine that lingers in the air. Each breath drawn brings a perceptible chill to the nostrils.
年轻媳妇伊利莎住在一家偏僻的农场，一手高超的种花技能令她自豪。一天，她突然有了与外界交流的愿望。有什么故事发生呢？请您往下看。 The high grey-flannel fog of winter closed off the Salinas Valley from the sky and from all the rest of the world. On every side it sat like a lid on the mountains and made of the great valley a closed pot. On the broad, level land floor the gang plows bit deep and left the black earth shining like metal where the shares had cut. On the foothill ranches across the Salinas River, the yellow stubble fields seemed to be bathed in pale cold sunshine, but there was no sunshine in the valley now in December. The thick willow scrub along the river flamed with sharp and positive yellow leaves.
The pool, an endless nirvana of peace and serenity, shines like a beacon against the earthy backdrop. A slight breeze rustles the untouched waters, frozen in time. As the hazy mist of morning light unfolds, so does the quiet. What was once tranquil solitude has now erupted into a cross between a circus and a wild animal zoo. Screams of laughter, shrieks of, “But he started it!” and whistles resonate everywhere.
Mutually the recognition and name of the park comes from the countless and incredible Joshua Trees that decorate its unusual scenery. The south segment of the park is affected by the burning and dry Sonora Desert as in the upper altitudes, is the fresh Mojave Desert. It is of general believers that the Joshua Trees inspire people. They inspire people to be creative, and to think about themselves. The Joshua Tree was named by Mormons who were traveling westward, and they felt that the arms or branches of the tree were stretched upward and that why they were inspired by the biblical tale of Joshua, who used to reach his hand up in the sky and pray.
January was finally nearing its closure and God had allowed the wind to breathe again, and to ripple through our summer-tortured air that hung heavily on my shoulders. I was making my way to the Carramar tribe when my ivory stallion noticed the crystal sparkles of a nearby billabong. With no denying the horse of pure satisfaction, I allowed her to canter excitingly over to her relief. I strolled without purpose through the maze of dead grass, tall enough to keep me camouflaged. My eyes wandered through the blades stretching to the sky when they settled on a young Aboriginal girl weaving a basket by a small bark hut.
He carefully includes snatches of colour throughout the introduction as the boys climb through the jungle and onto the beach. * Quote: “He was clambering heavily among the creepers and broken trunks when a bird, a vision of red and yellow, flashed upwards with a witch like cry” this shows the contrast between the look of the boys in their monotonous clothing and the beauty of their new environment = not belonging to place. * Symbolism: Conch – Symbol of power, authority and connection; was the thing that brought the boys together, that kept them
The creature’s graceful movement entranced me, I was spellbound by its magnificent beauty. As I followed the butterfly, the world around me began to transform. The desert shrubs around me began reaching towards the heavens, becoming mammoth green oaks. Green grass sprung forth from the desolate soils, flowers blossomed around the newborn plants and its sweet scent replaced the choking haze I had become so accustomed to. Suddenly I was in a different world.
He was so enchanted that he did not hesitate to follow her from the boulevard to the famous Love Street and waited until dusk hidden behind a bush. Right after dusk, he decided to do the impossible and climbed an apple tree and jumped on to Pamela’s deck. Jim found Pamela standing next to the door watching him risk his life just to introduce himself. Once Jim was facing Pamela, she calmly asked him “Do you have a problem with doors?” Jim answer was a short, but passionate “sometimes…” followed by a soft warm kiss. After that Jim vanished into the night saying “You are the one.” The Doors.
Daniel Cosselman A Comfort Crossroad It’s a chilly August morning; fog is rolling down the steep hill that I am walking up. Etched into the grass are white and chalky lines. Separated by only 5 short yards. The dew is layered thick as milk; it kicks back up at me as I jog down towards my team. And here, on this stretch of grass we gather to participate in a sacred tradition.