Friday, April 01, 2005
Descriptive Writing_Edirin
The snow gently falls down and blankets the Devos parking lot, like Gods little salt shaker flavoring the otherwise dull concrete floor. I am watching everything happen from indoors, but just by looking I can feel the powerful cold wind biting at my face. It causes my eyes to release icy tears that burn as I struggle to remove my glasses and wipe them away. I feel my thing rubber and cotton shoes crunching through the dry frozen soil. Occasionally I slip on a sheet of ice and then quickly glance around to see if anyone noticed how close I was to completely embarrassing myself. I do this even though the only likely audience close enough to notice or care are the Mitsubishis, Chevy’s, and Voltzwagon parked a few feet away from me.
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