in Connecticut
June 23rd, 2002
These are just a collection of descriptions that I use to help me with my writing (all my own of course). I'd like to share them with you.
The sun was high and there wasn't a cloud to be seen for miles and miles. The wind whipped through the trees making the deadbleaves crackle and fall to the ground. The front lawn was coated with the red, orange, yellow, and brown colors of the leaves. All slightly moving, almost shivering perhaps, whenever the lowest wind made it's way moaning through the trees. My dad wants me to rake to leaves soon.
The snow made the front lawn look like a fairy tale. Full of fairy dust coating the main palace gates. But of course, it wasn't, it was just regular old snow, yet still it was the most beautiful thing that I imagine I'd ever seen. The small delicate flakes floating down from the heaven would hit just the right light off of the sun and glimmer wonderfully until it hit the ground and became another one of the collection of snowflakes on the ground, all glimmering, in the light of my happiness.
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