Striped Sweaters

Get comfortable being uncomfortable. It’s a saying that is easier said, than it is done.

For centuries, seasons have been understood to stand for the same set of meanings. Seasons are easily understood by the reader, and are easy for the writer to use; as Foster states, “Seasons can work magic on us, and writers can work magic with seasons” (Foster 192). The different seasons are a huge part of our lives; we live through each one every year, and we know how each of them impacts our lives. This closeness between people and nature allows us to be greatly impacted by the use of seasons in literature. In addition, Foster lays out the basic meanings of each season for us: autumn is harvest, decline, tiredness; winter is anger, hatred, cold, old age; summer is passion, love, happiness, beauty; and spring is childhood and youth. On the

In the novel, All the Broken Pieces, by Ann E. Burg, Matt makes a comparison between himself and his brother when he defines his brother as “summer” and himself as “fall”. This metaphor can be explained not only by their physical features, but their emotional and mental characteristics as well. His brother features summer and hasn’t faced any misery, while he himself looks like fall and has come across atrocious things.

(2). Where I live on the north shore of Lake Pontchartrain, across from New Orleans, we had our first frost on November 20, and tonight it’s a little cool to be outside without a jacket. Throughout October and the first part of November, however, I could sit on my deck most nights in a T-shirt and listen to the rattle of falling leaves on the tin roof. Its almost an imitation autum.

It is 5:30am on opening morning of deer hunting season and my alarm explodes into a racket that would wake an army. I roll out of bed and rub the sleep from my eyes. I only slept six hours last night because my family and I were preparing for the hunt, getting the guns ready, laying out a clothes-man, everything. As I throw some pants on, the smell of fresh pancakes wakes me up. It is at this time I realize the season is upon us. Since January I have been waiting for this day to come, today begins the annual nine day season that brings our family together each November.

the fall leads into winter, please take time for self-care and self-renewal. We need our

January Thaw describes the close of winter through a few signs: the melting of the snow, the wake-up of the hibernating skunk, the grieving of the mouse over his flooded tunnels, bundles of rabbit hair and their newfound “freedom from want and fear”.

So the purpose for this sweater Which is now known as the Hoodie Pocket is suitable for everybody , people that work out in the cold or walk to school on early cold morning’s can use this Hoodie Pocket .It will keep many people warm if they hobby’s in the winter.I think it looks professional because it will be warm and helpful to make sure you won't lose

It was July of the year 1965, and I was experiencing the hottest summer of my life. The temperature rose to about 105 degrees and it wasn’t going lower any time soon. Although it was hot, my town of Mayfield was far out as any other town in the county. The grass was bright green, the trees and flowers were blooming with colors and overall added a nice vibe to the day. This sure was nicer than the cold winters that I had to live with during the earlier years of my life. The north snow always put me in a gloomy mood and it made me bummer around my friends, making me a unbearable to be around. So since we moved from the north to the south, we hardly have winters which was really boss.

“Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart” was a quote by Kahlil Gibran. This quote has to deal with the story called the “The Slip-Over Sweater” because a guy named Shan mainly focuses on impressing a girl named Jo-Anne. Important to realize, that Shan is in love with Jo-Anne because of her looks and not realizing his friend Grace's inner beauty. In “The Slip-Over Sweater” passage there are many differences and a few similarities that Shan sees between Grace’s and Jo-Anne’s outer beauty but only one main difference in Grace’s inner beauty.

Imagine October, and the first chilly wild disturbing the autumn air. The trees in Riverwalk are a brilliant display of fall colors, and the air is filled with the spicy scents of fall and the sound of children laughing and playing. Bright orange pumpkins line the porches of Chelan, most of which are meticulously carved. Its no wonder that fall is my favorite season- it’s so beautiful.

Sweaters are very pretentious, being one of the few clothing articles that will stretch even if you didn't make the mistake of washing or drying them the wrong way, deteriorating over time as they are being worn.

Misty dew covers the entire surface of the field. The yellowing corn stalks stand erect and proud until my grandpas tractor comes to end their growth. Autumn slowly weaves its way in and leaves a stain of brilliant color in its wake. Not everyone enjoys such colors, but when you take a second to step outside your doorstep, and look at all the wonders that surround you, you’d be surprised at how marvelous the world can truly be. To me, Autumn is a time for relishing in the colors. Soaking in the oranges and reds while sitting by a warm fire. It’s a time for remembering that everything does end, but it does not have to end in the dreadful way we think it will. Autumn is a time for the closeness of others to keep out the chill of the morning and the starry-eyed darkness of the night.

Personalized hoodies are not only just about outer look, but also connects your internal health. It’s capability to reveal about your characteristics will make others to read about you without your talks. These personalized hoodies are capable of reflecting inner personality.

The fleeting changes that often accompany seasonal transition are especially exasperated in a child’s mind, most notably when the cool crisp winds of fall signal the summer’s end approaching. The lazy routine I had adopted over several months spent frolicking in the cool blue chlorine soaked waters of my family’s bungalow colony pool gave way to changes far beyond the weather and textbooks. As the surrounding foliage changed in anticipation of colder months, so did my family. My mother’s stomach grew larger as she approached the final days of her pregnancy and in the closing hours of my eight’ summer my mother gently awoke me from the uncomfortable sleep of a long car ride to inform of a wonderful surprise. No longer would we be returning