They are in the heavens beaming down at them in a way that is quite lovely. The Madonna and child are in an intimate family scene. The child is playing with white lilies while the Madonna is staring lovingly at her child. It 's a very personal and relatable experience. The lilies themselves allude to the purity of the scene.
On the ride back home, all was well until Bob suddenly stumbled upon a rock while riding his bike. Claire got off her bike to help Bob get up. It was a really quiet evening until they heard a crying baby from the mansion in front of them. The mansion had cobwebs all around the trees in the front yard, the glass windows were cracked and stained and left a trail of shattered glass on the brown grass. The house was distressed and it looked like it was made of black glass.
Jiang landed near the Monastery and approached it on foot. The vegetation around the Monastery was lush; there were hundreds of wild flowers which were glowing with bright colored butterflies. The sweet smell of the flowers cut through the soft scent of the grass. When Jiang finally reached the Monastery, he somersaulted and swiftly landed inside, bypassing its tall walls. ‘Good’, Jiang thought, ‘now I only have to reach Reverend Song’s room’.
Fall/Winter Blanket & Duvet Guide A. BLANKETS All good things come in pairs: movies and popcorn, wine and food, a New Year and resolutions, winter and blankets. While we have a love-hate relationship with extremely cold weather, we surely do adore snuggling up in a warm fuzzy blanket at any time of the day. One of the most versatile items in your linen closet, a blanket is large piece of soft cloth used to keep you warm as you snooze. We believe there is a different blanket for every occasion, every season, possibly every mood. At times, the warmth you need feels insufficient, other times, only a soft layer will work.
When Raiko Kutrev went out of Lazar Glaushev’s house that night he was walking on the same street, towards the upper end of the town. His youngish legs were walking fast, despite the darkness and the bad cobbles. The passers-by were few; the gates from both sides of the street ¬¬– all closed. It was serene and warm spring night. Above the low overhanging wide eaves, large and lucent stars were twinkling.
Amongst the high hills of England lies a minute and desolate town, in which colourless trees; standing like skeletons line the roads ahead, strong gusts of icy cold wind blow the leaves to their end as there lies still, a graveyard of nature. This town, seemingly disserted by all, holds within its clutches; the most grand and beautiful hotel that one has ever laid eyes upon. The Hotel Du Bonheur is of a considerable size and with the most attractive architecture; large ornate windows, which have a design reflective of a spider’s web; intertwining throughout the hotel, inviting you in, never to leave. Like that of a spider to a fly, the arches of the hotel stand high like batwings in flight. At the entrance of the hotel stands a grand oak door.
Souq Waqif As I stepped out of the car with excitement, the jagged ragged rocky road demolished my confidence; as my heels were bewildered by the sudden change. I would have almost fallen down, if I hadn't thrown my hands away from myself; to retain my lost balance. Slowly and steadily, I walked through the jam-packed car parking. The vehicles varied from enormous Land Cruisers to small cars like Volvos; each driver pressing their horns with aggravation. Finally, I managed to enter the Souq with great force, as I collided, crashed and got clustered by the visitors.
The cars rumble past along the rough cobbled streets that stretch past the point an eye could see. The clicking of the heels in a hurried rhythmic pattern is enough to disturb the sleep of anyone nearby. The birds chirping songs and the rustling of the wind against the newly budded leaves go unnoticed by those who haven't the time to hear. Being overwhelmed with thoughts of schedules and to-do lists I barely notice the unlevel sidewalk *ahaed*. *Taking a moment to recover from the stumble my eyes glance around to the street I have walked on for years.
CHAPTER I INTRODUCTION A. Background of the Study Baguio city is famous for its pine trees and cool weather making it the so-called “Summer Capital of the Philippines”. Unfortunately, the current situation of the air quality in the city concerns me. It is very evident at the road near at the University of the Philippines Baguio’s Main Library. The daily routine of crossing the road in order to go to school is a struggle not only because of the fast vehicles that pass along the road but also because of the black and dusty smoke which they emit.