Talking a Walk....with Sheldon

Written for Intro to the Essay, focusing on the use of figurative language, (aka fancy writing).  No stealies!

 

 

I’m walking down the slushy road.  The air is frigid.  It’s the kind of chill that only the early morning has.  The blood vessels of my skin are contracting, fighting against the air.  At another time, in a different situation, I’d be miserable.

            But on this walk, I feel good—happy—grateful to be alive and walking around at a time when campus is still and silence rules the air.

            To my left, a small stream runs in the ditch beside the road.  I slow down to look at it.  It’s like a diamond that had been cast aside.  I feel like I am discovering it—maybe I am.  Maybe no one else has taken notice of this bit of water before.  I want to drink from it—my mouth is dry.  It looks like liquid crystal.  It looks clean.  It would be cold and refreshing.

            There are patches of snow that the stream flows under.  I wonder what it would be like to be in that stream, and to flow inside a tunnel of snow.  I could forget all the troubles in my life, all the things I had to do, things that were somehow more important than this little stream.

            But it was cold, and life does not work that way—I went on, back inside, to a world of closed curtains where beautiful water doesn’t flow freely across the earth.

Also, Happy Valentine's Day! 
 what a lovely card...too bad I found it on Google and no one gave it to me.



Bye bye lovelies, I'll be spending the rest of my day writing and writing and writing homework.