Description

As I sit outside observing my view many senses are stimulated as I ideate ways to describe the atmosphere. A mild breeze brushes against my skin as it whisks through the air causing the flags to wave and ripple as they clink and clang against the flagpole. I hear the annoying sound of a lawn mower as it weaves its way through the soft, patchy grass. The rank smell of cigarettes burning and second hand smoke linger with each exhalation from the students nearby. Hundreds of lime colored helicopter leaves spin and flutter to the ground in whirlwind of chaos. The trees tremble with the wind as they sway back and forth as if dancing. The pathway leading up to the school is lined with flowers elegantly placed to attract my eyes to their intensity and depth of color. The temperature is comfortable. Almost optimal for creating an environment in which to think and observe. Warm and cozy, it helps me relax and quiet my thoughts. There is conversation around me that filter like whispers through my head as students interact and opinionate with one another in various tones.