Descriptive Writing
Isabella
9/13/13
4th period
Descriptive Writing
I reach my destination just as the sun begins its decent. Sighing contently, I sit down at the top of the cliff to observe the setting sun. On the left, the town lights up as the sunlight reflects off the shiny rooftops of the shops and business buildings. The glass windows and doors shine with a brilliance that cannot be seen up close but from a distance, it is magical. The pink aura encasing the town seems surreal as my eyes follow the people heading toward their homes after a hard day’s work. A cool breeze brushes past me from the right and takes my attention to the sea.
The sea is breathtaking as the golden sun slowly disappears into the horizon. The now calm water sparkles brightly and the warm light gradually decreases, making the illuminated parts stand out. The air smells of salt even from the height and the temperature drops quickly. The sunset is a beautiful moment, the clouds lighting up as though on fire. The trees sway in the refreshing breeze even the birds fly to the nests, cawing softly to bid their friends goodnight. The red light of the evening sky is visible until the sun is completely gone from the picture.
The atmosphere has darken considerably and for a while, it seems as if it would stay that way. Before long, the stars peep out and soon the place is once more trance-like. The tiny pinpricks of silvery light surround the glorious moon that is reflecting on the surface of the water. The moon sinks as the tide rises to meet its copy. Now bewitched, I stare at the dancing fireflies which add there light to the brilliance around them. A lone cricket chirps and soon enough, the night sounds started up in a chorus, almost as it is being conducted.
I turn to the town which is deserted even as the moon’s white beams soaked through the reflective surfaces. The shadows of the night are sharp and contrast deeply with the full moons glow. The town is eerily artistic, and is reminding me greatly
9/13/13
4th period
Descriptive Writing
I reach my destination just as the sun begins its decent. Sighing contently, I sit down at the top of the cliff to observe the setting sun. On the left, the town lights up as the sunlight reflects off the shiny rooftops of the shops and business buildings. The glass windows and doors shine with a brilliance that cannot be seen up close but from a distance, it is magical. The pink aura encasing the town seems surreal as my eyes follow the people heading toward their homes after a hard day’s work. A cool breeze brushes past me from the right and takes my attention to the sea.
The sea is breathtaking as the golden sun slowly disappears into the horizon. The now calm water sparkles brightly and the warm light gradually decreases, making the illuminated parts stand out. The air smells of salt even from the height and the temperature drops quickly. The sunset is a beautiful moment, the clouds lighting up as though on fire. The trees sway in the refreshing breeze even the birds fly to the nests, cawing softly to bid their friends goodnight. The red light of the evening sky is visible until the sun is completely gone from the picture.
The atmosphere has darken considerably and for a while, it seems as if it would stay that way. Before long, the stars peep out and soon the place is once more trance-like. The tiny pinpricks of silvery light surround the glorious moon that is reflecting on the surface of the water. The moon sinks as the tide rises to meet its copy. Now bewitched, I stare at the dancing fireflies which add there light to the brilliance around them. A lone cricket chirps and soon enough, the night sounds started up in a chorus, almost as it is being conducted.
I turn to the town which is deserted even as the moon’s white beams soaked through the reflective surfaces. The shadows of the night are sharp and contrast deeply with the full moons glow. The town is eerily artistic, and is reminding me greatly