Short Summary : ' The Clouds And Jumped '

She absorbed her surroundings as she watched the trees rush by. She saw a large buck grazing on a patch of grass and giggled at the tiny chipmunks that seemed to be everywhere. She’d even saw a bear and thought it a little unusual for this time of year, but it was not uncommon. She pumped her legs and extended her stride. Her lungs expanded as they filled with air, her breath quickened as she waited for her second wind.

“On my way Bronnie.” Comes her answer almost immediately. Tonight we would soar above the clouds, just for the enjoyment of it. Our massive wings could take us great distances with little effort, and

“ The girl had landed sprawling with pain, but now she stood again. She recovered and waited.

Deidara ignored his rude comment as he leaped on top of the clay bird, taking a seat at the front because he was the navigator of this thing. "Pein told us that the Jinchuriki is in the cloud village. It's going to take us three days, so we should just fly for now until we reach the village, then we'll start walking to keep a low profile," Deidara lifted his arm to remove his Akatsuki hat, causing the tiny bell attached to emit a ringing sound as he set it down. He craned his neck to look over at the ground, watching as the trees below them got smaller and smaller, to the size of ants. He enjoyed taking in the scenery as they passed through all woods, and flew over a lake. This went on for a few tiresome hours, until the sun started to set.

She was beneath a misty coral-colored sky, dotted with stars and dark blue clouds. She stood there, eyes wide and hardly blinking, as though she was waiting for something that could pass by in a split second and be gone in the next. But she couldn’t quite put a finger on what it is, and she still can’t.

Reading chapter 1 of Half The Sky, human trafficking is not something you can simply read about it, but must live the experience to truly feel its impact. As an American who has live his whole life protect by its wealth and strong resources, to define the term trafficking is not merely just a female or even man to provide sexual services to clients. In country such as India, it can be view as rite of passage where one does not have a choice to reject offers from brothels that wishes to lessen women body, and vice versa there voice. It is not just a form of slavery that rivals plantation owners from the south who view those of darker completion as there inferiors. It is something that has their own terrors of horror where you’re not just force

After watching them fly for half an hour, she starts to form a connection for the birds. The passage says, “I stood with great difficulty, bashed by the unexpectedness of this beauty, and my spread lungs roared. My eyes pricked from the effort of trying to trace a feathered dot’s passage through a weft of limbs” (Dillard 2). Dillard is surprised at what the birds are doing. At first the birds were moving slowly, and then all of a sudden, the birds started to move faster and faster into the woods. She stood there watching all the birds, even the stragglers, vanish into the trees. Dillard broke down after this. The birds caused her to change her views, and she feels as if she has to take care of them. They are a part of her

The girl reached the clearing, sighing of relief, but she was far from safe. Leaving the bushes and trees behind meant that the creature wouldn't be able to hide, its camouflage rendered useless, but it would also have freedom to move. The birds stopped their chirping, and just the buzzing of mosquitoes in the nearby pond broke the silence, not even her breath could be heard. The predator, a long lizard-like being covered in kaleidoscopic feathers stumbled out of the vegetation, its six legs moving in unison, its size almost equal to an Earthly horse. Its short tail, able to snap a small tree whipped the earth. The jaw, who could maim her in a bite, clicked in anticipation.

Her voice was like a whisper as the jail’s bars slowy closed upon her face. her vision was still dizzy, and she had not eat anything for hours. turning her head back, she tried to walk. clumsy steps were the best she could do, occasionally almost stumbling to reach the bed, or at least what seemed like a bed to her.

Nor was it cold, a subdued warmth cast her gaze upward lingering clouds shielded her from a searing tropical sun. Elizabeth noted the sun’s position best she could through the clouds. Accustom to doing so on their farm a means by which she judged time. She didn’t know when the rain had stopped or how long since the ship capsized.

When her senses get overwhelmed by “starlings going to roost,” she only notes a “dimming sky,” not her exact location. She sees the starlings as “a loosened skin,” unraveling before her. As they flew overhead, “ the flight extended like a fluttering banner, an unfurled

Far above, an owl soared over the treetops, watching through the canopy as the underbrush rustled in a direct path home as fast as possible. She sighed and angled herself

wing her off of what she enjoyed so much in the fox farm. The narrator

The sun was still below the horizon but the clouds above the mountains were tainted the color of pomegranates. Around me the shadows seemed empty. I tried not to look into the brush as I walked down the driveway. I had stopped before, looking to see the back of the shadows; staring hard, only to have them retreat from my eyes indefinitely. Invisible birds called from within. Their sound followed me down the driveway and onto the road.

The origin of the saying, “The sky was red,” comes from medieval England, which means that weather indicates life and death.