Richard Spencer May
English 101
10/09/15
Blog Post #2
The air is cold. Everything is motionless. A perfect still frame but nothing lasts forever. A gentle breeze starts to blow across the snow, sending glittering crystals into the air, which dance among the rays of the sun. This place has not been touched, the last great bastion, holding strong among the ever expanding empire of man. The wind picks up. It drags its icy claws across my protective clothing, trying to find a weakness in the armor to strike a fatal blow, but it finds no luck and fades away to build its strength for another attack.
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Spencer, i have so far enjoyed your work. You have sharp descriptive details on this viscous wind and your references are great. Although more length in your writing would be wonderful to see.
ReplyDeleteNice, Spencer! This reminds me of the countless times we've been snowshoeing. I love your descriptions of the snow crystals being stirred up by the wind and of your "armor." Excellent.
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