Essay On The Shadow Of The Air

Observing the sunset, and the yellow ball of fire changed to hues of orange, and then almost tangerine. It merged with the sky, like juice-mix dissolving in a glass of water. The clouds were cotton-candy, as though they blushed at the warm touch of the sun. Silhouettes of birds flew home across a sky that was now magenta. The city line, towering buildings, and beautiful lakes with the reflections of emerald green trees were clearer than ever in that split second before the first drop your anxious body would experience.

I was a passenger in the backseat of our family vehicle. The small bumps in the pavement lulled me to a place of perfect repose. As we looked outside our windows we could see the sky painting a magnificent show for us. The sun was going down, but the heavens were brighter and more astounding than I had ever seen them before. It was as if someone had set the clouds alight with raging wildfires and splashes of pink and purple scattered about. I never wanted it to end, but the sky had other plans. The masterpiece before us began to recede into darkness as the nighttime engulfed the sun and put daytime to

The Way of the Wind by Amos Oz, is about a man named Shimshon Sheinbaum, and his view of his son, Gideon. Shimshon was a military, political, and social hero amongst his kibbutz. He is a founding father of the Hebrew Labor Movement. People in his kibbutz looked for him for guidance, because this man was in top physical and mental shape devoting all of his life to learning as much as necessary and the remainder to stay in peak shape. As one can imagine, he would expect the same of his son, and he does but his son isn't the same man as his father. His father didn't have someone else make a decision like that for him and he can't make that decision for Gideon. Shimshon, regardless how much he cared for his son, pushed him too far and had too

Based on Annie Dillard’s account of witnessing a total eclipse in her essay “Total Eclipse” I would have to say she definitely encourages her readers to witness a total eclipse. She says that it is almost the opposite of a partial eclipse, which I am sure most people have seen many times before, that’s how different they are and I believe most people including myself think partial eclipses are spectacular and almost dreamlike.

I must say that this film is very traumatizing. There are some images in this film that will be burned and scarred into my mind for as long as I live. I have seen many holocaust films, but no one was as near as dramatic and depicting as Night and Fog. However I did like the theme of this movie. It is very sad but yet realistic. Our minds are murky and dull. We tend to only remember the important situation in our lives. Yet we don’t remember the importance of our own history. I say OUR history be cause we all are human beings on this earth. Whether we believe in Allah, Jesus, Jehovah, or whatever higher power, we are all one race, and that the human race. It is very sad to know that human beings were treated and

1) How would you convey the message of the book “Half the Sky” to family, friends, and colleagues?

the author has seen a partial eclispe in 1970, Dillard states “ Its bear almost no realtion to a total elclipse”. She express her felelings about comparong a partial eclipse to a full eclipse to “ kissing a man does to marrying him”. Dillard explained the eclipse as “ Now the sky to the west depend to indgo, a color never seen. A dark sky usually loses color, this was a saturated, deep ingo, up in the air”,this sense created a idea that not everyone was not promise a certain time here on earth.

when I began my journey away, there seemed a quick shadow again, a final moment of eclipse—the recognition

The night crawled quickly as the sun sank from the horizon. But there was hardly any sign of the star’s presence, only a shadowed moon, struggling for supremacy over the dark heavy clouds that rolled over the top.

15.“Restricted, as a child, to this cocoon of her family’s spinning, she cultivated quiet and private pleasures” (Morrison 111).

Dillard states that it is a common reaction to scream when witnessing the total eclipse. When the moon detaches from the sky and rolls over to cover the sun, there was “something else was happening at that same instant, and it was this, I believe, which made us scream” (Dillard 14). The eclipse knocked the audience out and astonished them. The part where it was most frightening to me was when Dillard started describing the total eclipse. She describes it as “the sky snapped over the sun like a lens cover” (Dillard 8). Then, she goes on explaining how there was nothing in the world and that we were the world’s dead people rotating and orbiting around. It frightens me to think that the bright and vivid world we live in becomes an empty darkness

Lexie and Brooklyn climbed into the car for their day of sightseeing. Brooklyn had been looking forward to seeing the space needle since she found out about it’s existence. She couldn’t wipe the cheesy grin off of her face at the thought of getting to tour around the city she had dreamed of visiting since she was a little girl. The thought gave her butterflies as she imagined what everything would look like up close, what it would smell like, how it would feel. She was pulled out of her trance with the stopping of the car. As she turned to look out the front window she smile dropped. “Traffic.” She mumbled.

Lighting flashed across the sky, interrupting my train of thought, and dark clouds have since covered the moon I had been

It was a freezing, dark night, and the bright moon was hiding behind a dense layer of black clouds. As I was wondering the streets, rain started pouring over the city of Houston.

As my family and I drove along the paved road, I noticed the absence of blue in the sky. Gradually the world became darker and darker. “We should turn back,” Mother said, “it’s not worth it.” The rumbling of thunder could be heard towards our destination after the occasional bolt of lightning reminded us about the shade of blue we had almost forgotten.