Extraterrestrial skies

amazed. After watching the movie 2012, I was wondering why hasn’t the world ended since 2012 went by. Now that it’s 2015, I wish that was true. It was 1st period science class. The sun had not yet raised up and high in the wonderful black and cloudy sky. All around me I could hear classmates bickering and yelling. I mean, that’s what kids do. I see people hanging out with their friends; I also see boyfriend and girlfriend hugging. The bell had rung like it was a siren for a war call, super loud. All

place. My happy place is nature. I walk along the uncut grassy meadow that is spotted with subtle yellow flowers. I look out over rolling hills standing tall in the distance. The grass is damp with morning dew and the sun is just about to rise. The sky is painted with a light pink, and the grass randomly spotted with golden light. The only sounds I hear are nearby streams and rivers running through the deep forest. Pine trees surround me, and the air smells like christmas morning. Humming birds fly

the sunrise as a “transition from a dark night into bright day.” Emily Dickinson, on the other hand, describes the sunrise by the way the colors come across the sky. An example of this is the second line, “a ribbon at a time” (“I'll Tell You How the Sun Rose” line 2). This line illustrates how the sun slowly unravels colors into the sky, extending the process so it can be enjoyed longer. Also, when Emily Dickinson writes “The steeples swam in amethyst,” she paints a picture for the reader to depict

beneath the sky flow together into one place, so dry ground may appear. “Let the land sprout with vegetation—every sort of seed-bearing plant, and trees that grow seed-bearing fruit. These seeds will then produce the kinds of plants and trees from which they came. Let lights appear in the sky to separate the day from the night. Let them be signs to mark the seasons, days, and years. Let these lights in the sky shine down on the earth. Let the waters swarm with fish and other life. Let the skies be filled

Complete and utter awe. That was the only way I could ever describe the feeling the night sky struck into me with its thousands upon thousands of stars. I had never seen the sky this beautiful. I had never seen anything like this all my life. Taking a few steps back, I seated myself on a stone that stood like a miniature plateau above the surrounding grass. I had been told this would be the best spot to see the sky tonight, and I had not been told a lie. I looked straight up so that the rest of the Earth

that is felt when present progress leaves behind an agrarian society the central theme being the Alienation of modern life. In this picture, Victorian style house stands alone in the field. A railroad track cuts through the foreground. There is a bare sky behind the house with no secondary objects in the immediate surroundings of the building. this enables us to keenly focus on the articulation of the building and its relationship with its environment. This picture can be broken down into two basics:

that helps to reflect Mrs. Mallard’s emotional conflict with her physical surroundings.   After Mr. Mallards announced death, Chopin used the sky as a type of symbolic imagery. In a state of suspension, Mrs. Mallard stood at the open window, looking out at the scenery in front of her house. As she looked out the window, she saw that “There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other,”(Chopin 1). In this example, Chopin uses her imagery

Tickle When the spring breeze starts to tickle my nose, my heart starts to tickle for the first time. It seems like I have a hay fever in my heart. It is beginning of my 4th grade year, but I do not really need to worry about making a new friend, because in my elementary school everyone's friend each other. Eui is one of my new friend that I met in 4th grade. He is tall as a redwood. His eye is really round like as a clock, but when I see his cute face I feel like all the clocks in the world are

The Transformation Anywhere you go can create memories, but can also become a part of you in one way or another. Some of those places may have had an impact on a person’s life that changed him or her as a person. For others, some places may have a special meaning, teaching, or maybe because the best memories were made in that special place. For me, the best memories and the one place that I always remember is Woodburn Oregon. This city has so many good, happy, and bad memories that I still remember

There was a noticeable shift in temperature as the sun began its slow descent toward the horizon, the impending dusk transforming the western sky from faded blue to an artist’s palette of muted pink and orange tones. Across from the aquatic center, Tom and Dennis loitered at a bus stop, their teenage attire helping them to blend into the urban environment. However, despite his outwardly composed appearance, Tom was anything but calm. His eyes scanned the street, searching for any sign of their suspect