Descriptive Essay On A Fall Day

In my lifetime, I have been privileged to travel to some of the most beautiful places in the world. I have seen the rich fire of sunset over the Rocky Mountains and the brilliance of coral reefs in crystal blue Caribbean waters. No spot on earth, however, has yet surpassed the beauty of my childhood paradise, a place my family called Tamarack.

The air had a crisp feeling to it, the kind that just let’s you know that fall is right around the corner. Little kids were playing in the grass to one side and on the other people were beginning to lean on buildings, as all the seats under the tent were taken. The smell of food permeated the air as the food trucks began to get started, and people were waiting in line to get their first hotdog of the day. The stage was empty but you could feel the anticipation of the people as they knew that soon the performers would take the stage and they would be on their way on a journey through different cultures and traditions. It was the morning of the last day of the National Folk Festival and the North Carolina Traditions Stage was opening with

It all began on a perfect fall day. Prancing home from the bus, watching the leaves dance in the wind as the slight chill on my skin gave me goosebumps. Heading for my home, swinging open the door; My fall day became not-so-perfect anymore. My Dad, sitting in his brown chair. “Hello sweetheart, how was school?”

“ Thank you to all the teams that attended Tualatin fall championship competition” the announcer said.

In the eighties, I was a young police officer and a high-school athletic coach. In the fall, one night during wrestling season I had an experience that would change my life and Worldview forever, that fateful night would change numerous perspectives, perceptions and lives both young and old.

It has been a long time since hooligans from Fairview stole the trophy and Medicine Lake School's locks have been upgraded by the new Tom Green administration. The old locks have been replaced with expensive and unpickable Abloy cylinders and all glass windows are now alarmed. Nevertheless, despite all the extra security, various items have begun missing from the school for no clear reason. One day, about a third of the computer keyboards are nowhere to be found. The next day, half the clocks are gone. The day after that, someone has taken all the speakers out of the ceiling on the west side. Having a reputation as the guy who got the stolen trophy back from Fairview, I get a call from Tom Green.

It was fall of 2013. It was the perfect temperature outside. The leaves on the trees were changing so fast to shades of gold, red, orange, and brown, that it was like they were changing as we drove by them on our way to the fair. You could see the lights coming from the four states fair a quarter of a mile away. You could practically smell the food coming from the food vendors. We were almost there. When we arrived at the fair you could hear the people screaming on the rides. As we got our tickets I had already wondered into the entrance of the fair. My mom had to come get me so that I could get my share of the tickets. When we all finally went through the entry I could smell cotton candy, funnel cakes, hot dogs, and all sorts of foods. Then I started to get hungry.

Today is the day Alpha Asher came to our pack, we are the last pack he checked because we are the smallest and weakest pack in the country. Everybody was rushing around trying to make things perfect, Alpha Micheal was organizing people in to groups, mates one one side of the room unmated on the other. "Can you Believe Asher is coming to our pack." My best friends Olivia said. She was the Alphas youngest child and hasn't learned to address other Alpha's properly yet.

A perfect fall day would take place on a cool, Saturday evening in October. Preparations would start early in the afternoon with a visit to the store. Like a kid in a candy store, I would go through the Kroger aisles buying popcorn, s’mores supplies, and hot chocolate. I would carefully check that each white, fluffy marshmallow was not squashed and I would buy whip cream to top off each mug of rich, creamy hot chocolate. Final stop would be the big, shiny Redbox kiosk for a movie. My kids say I take forever picking a movie!

The perfect fall day for me is when me and my family wake up early to a bright sunny but cold morning and get ready for an early morning pumpkin picking with my family.We would all wake up and get dressed and ready to go eat. We would go and get in the nice, worm car and start playing this game me and my dad made up when I was around 6 years old. The way you play the game is by thinking of an animal in your head and describe the animal out loud. The people in the car have to guess what you're describing.It’s really fun because I get to see my dad's losing face. Once we got to the pumpkin picking place mom and dad would be helping us all pick out The biggest, roundest, pumpkins there. Sometimes I feel like pumpkins calling out to me to grab

Ode to Autumn John Keats Western Governors University Ode To Autumn I chose to analyze John Keats “Ode To Autumn” for this paper. While reading the poem you can’t help but feel like you get drawn into an alternate universe where every word you read appears as an image in front of your face. The poem uses unique descriptive words that do a grand job at drawing up vivid images. The poem describes warm summer days and the blossoming of flowers and trees and how you never want that beauty and feeling of warmth to come to an end. The seasons begin to change and the tone of the words alters from warmth to a more calm.

It all began with a simple phone call one night around two in the morning. I glanced down at my phone, the name “Summer“ illuminating the screen. As I hesitated to answer the phone, I thought of the nice quiet evening at home, I would have if I rejected the call. I could sleep, and not have another stupid adventure with “ “

Fall is a great time. There are a lot of things to do. It isn’t ever to hot or cold. Thanksgiving is full of excitement. Black Friday/Thursday is also in fall. There is Cornhusker football, harvest, and facts on corn.

June 20th was the first day of summer and the longest day of the year, and as we all know it can be hectic, happy, hearty, and HOT! We outdoor types know we will encounter the best and the worst during the high-summer months, but we also know we can reach niches inaccessible any other time of year. We see vistas that are only available for a matter of weeks, we enjoy camping out and enjoying the long days and warm nights, but we also know that we may experience crowded camp grounds, trampled trails and trashed lake shores. We California Explorer readers are always aware of our environment, the responsibilities that go with it, and that makes us a welcome visitor.

It was a wind morning on the first day of you can smell the bacon on a fall day with a hint of hickory. It smells so good you can almost taste it. You can feel the hot cocoa going down into your stomach. Kids going to school with their friends and infants wrapped in a snuggly warm blanket. You can feel the cold air on your cheeks and when you are outside you can hear the leaves under your feet and the busy city streets filled with cars lined up to the end of the