beginning to peak above the cedar shingles of the houses, sending bursts of orange, pink
and yellow into the clear sky. The humidity from the previous day is still warm. As I wear
my jean shorts and a plain white t-shirt the warm wind plays with my wispy golden hair. I
imagine that this is how a sailor feels after a violent wind storm; serenity.
Looking around no one is awake, soon everyone will wake to start their day at
work and I will be just crawling into my bed. No cars are on the road, the silence is
calming, no horns honking or children crying.
As I walk through the playground I reminisce of the days when my Dad would
push me on the swings, when my dog, Belle and I would go down the slide and I would
play grounders with my friends at recess.
The gentle wind rustles against my back soothingly as a mother would comfort
her child. As the sun warms my face it touches my soul and brings me back to the days
when my life revolved around a play ground.
Sydney I love the imagery and feeling you get from reading your piece.I can feel the sun and the warmth it brings.Mabey make a stronger ending sentance that flows better.But besides that its really nice. :)
ReplyDeletesending burst of orange. . --> sending bursts of orange. .
ReplyDelete"The humidity from the previous day still warm I wear. ." is a bit awkward, maybe add a comma after warm?
Don't forget to capitalize your eyes!
other than that well done. I liked how you incorporated bits of your childhood in.