Night House Research Paper

It might seem like we don’t have time, but the time this city rules itself by is an intangible manifestation--a simple social construct that even the best of us should take a break from regularly. The rain’s physical aestheticism lies in our own ability to unwind and forget about life's daily pressures and, in turn, reveal a calm, almost meditative side of us that can absorb and comprehend the world more deeply. When we leave our stresses and daily toil behind us, we allow ourselves to broaden our perception of the world. By taking a moment to relax, forgetting about how wet our clothes will be later, putting away the thought of how difficult traveling will be, leaving behind the negativity the very rain can inspire in us, we can more fully appreciate the fact that we are alive to see the world in its natural wonder from the comfort of the greatest city in the world. The gunmetal sky is suddenly a silvery veil hugging crowding towers, and the watery bullets endless blessings. Rain patters on the ground, a sweet, rhythmic song that soothes the mind, reminding you that it's okay to take a breather in your hectic life--the rain is not out to get you. Its there to remind you of the of

A long time ago, before WWII, the Great Depression, even the Civil War, a human’s life was very hard when they had to work to stay alive. Now the world is growing and population is increasing because of something people use every day. Technology. Technology has been around since the 1840’s, and the first computer was built in the 1910’s. One product that is still in the testing phase may be the key to safer technology is called Nightshock. This piece of technology is from an Adafruit kit, a common electronic device that can be coded and utilized to perform services. This piece of technology will be used for a service of protecting joggers at night, improving their quality of life by keeping them safe, and improving the world Economically, Socially,

I pocket my hands, inhaling the clean, rich oxygen that keeps me alive. As I stroll down the sidewalk, I can feel the familiar depression gnawing at the back of my mind still. I have a better outlook on life now, yet it still hangs heavily over me like as if a constant thunderstorm were following my every step. My eyes trace all the happy children and couples, constantly reminded that they have what I don't. Joy. One of the

it was a day like any other with no compelling attributes, except for the gentle breeze that was blowing through the city of Chicago as Anna Ortiz made her way towards the Chicago River. it was a particular gorgeous Wednesday evening in early October, just cool enough to know fall had arrived. The bright green leaves had started to fade as if by magic into Splendid red, yellow and orange shades thus creating a backdrop of tranquility and serenity in the downtown area. Anna walked subdued by the beauty of the city as everyone seemed to rush passed her. She on the other hand slowed her stride trying to enjoy the wonderful evening in the city she loved. it had been a long day at work, and being outdoors was a welcome distraction from the busyness

Babies crying for their mothers, stiff bodies huddling together, desperate for warmth, one innocent family thrown into a train. A mother, daughter, son, and father. Night time is suppose to be calm and quiet, no cars running, streets are silent, only light showing are the street lamp posts guiding your way downtown.

Autumn had just commenced so the leaves began to change from stunning lime green to a beautiful golden yellow. The wind furiously blew everything in its course without remorse. Although windy, the weather was unexpectedly warm. The sun’s rays were almost blinding in the cloudless pellucid blue sky. Yet, despite this delightful weather I could not help but feel uneased.

It’s early morning. The bright sun permeating over top the sumptuous rolling hills that line the horizon. The sky is brilliantly colors of pink mixed with orange, kissing hues of bluish purples; stars twinkle as they fade into the backdrop of daybreak. The air is invigorating, she feels the brisk, cool sweetness with each breath taken in. The streets are desolate, empty, calm. The only sounds heard are the quiet chips and melodies of songbirds that live amongst the plush, green, leafy treetops, the jangle of a metal chain link leash, clink, clink, clank, the hushed whispering of her dog 's excited panting, sniffs along the slightly moist trail. Occasionally a car fleetingly zooms by,

The Author argues to persuade readers that artificial light can be Devastating to the ecosystem and humans. In paragraph 2, He stated that, “Due to light pollution, it has been destroying earth’s ecosystem; That all the nocturnal animals can’t genuinely focus on hunting. Nocturnals depend on the night but with the night becoming artificially day, nocturnals can’t act accordingly.” The author also stress that the light pollution has caused medical issues within our bodies. In paragraph 3, the section in the passage stated that, “Our bodies need the darkness to produce melatonin which keep cancers from developing.” research stated that sleep disorders have been linked to diabetes, obesity, cardiovascular diseases and depression. So without night,

A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.

Clouds shifting and moving to the south. A golden color resonates off the dark ends of the storm. It is a rather warm but dreary day. The sound of the rain coming down and hitting the pavement. Zack strolls along his street in the neighborhood; beyond the roadway is a wide open field. He senses something strange is in the field due to the foul odor in the air and the wind rushing it more into his face. He keeps his head down and proceeds to his home of sadness. He watches every step and avoids any debris on the ground from kids playing or random nature that has fallen. Out of this walk he is thinking of what is summer going to be like since he has went from a junior in high school to a senior.

My feet, soaked by rain, slosh up the stairs, leaving glistening footprints in their wake. The thundering rain pounds against the thin windows, as if threatening to shatter them at any moment. The burning sensation in my knees becomes more prominent as the weight of my bags seem to increase. I force my head up and see the room I’m staying in; a smile spreads across my face and a groan escapes someone’s lips

I looked out onto what was left of the landscape before me one last time. I used to call this place home but it no longer resembles the one I used to know. “It’s funny how things can go from bad to worse in such a short amount of time” I thought to myself. What once used to be a beautiful blue sky full of puffy clouds shaped like anything that could be imagined was now grey and lifeless. The clouds are no longer white and puffy but dark and menacing. They are racing towards us with the impending storm. The buildings we are leaving behind are still tall and immaculate compared to the brown wasteland around them. There was no longer green in sight except for the vehicles and billboards.

There was a soft wind blowing that morning. The birds were chirping in the trees and the glow of the rising sun tinted the sky with shades of yellow and orange. As I walked to the car, I could feel the soft breeze pass through my hair so gently as if an angel ran its fingers through each strand. I paused for a moment to enjoy that delightful feeling before I began my journey to work.

It is on days like this when we stop to think about our life. Small drops of rain begin to dapple the cobblestone pavement as people whip out their umbrellas for cover. I continue sauntering down the busy street, relishing the feeling of a light shower. Moving with the mass of pedestrians, I stop at a crosswalk where I wait for the stoplight to turn green. A flower shop employee across the street scurries to bring in the numerous bouquets and close the doors as rain starts rolling down the display window, leaving some forgotten decorative balloons to bounce around under the rain.

It was raining. I slowly strolled through the dark, dingy streets on my own. My clothes clung to my skin as the water soaked completely through leaving my limbs numb. Every so often a drop of rain would trickle down the back on my neck making my whole body tremble. The streets were completely deserted. It felt like I had been walking for ages, the cold had completely taken over my body to the point where I could not remember at time when I was warm. I had been walking around for hours, gathering my thoughts. I liked being alone. I liked the rain. The rhythmic sound of the rain bouncing off the pavement relaxed my body and allowed me to connect with myself. I spotted at a park across the road. I walked over, sat on the bench and tensed my