Golden rays danced across the deep blue surface of the still water as the day awoke. A cascade of light enveloped the horizon, unveiling a bountiful array of colours. Fields of red roses serenaded the sky, while enormous willow trees, swayed in the light breeze, applauding its arrival. Perched precariously upon a thin branch stood a delicate wood pigeon. Without warning a loud crack echoed across the area and the pigeon fell to the mercy of gravity.
my angel, heaven starts here tonight in your arms. while i drown in our dreams, i am lost in your charms. softly now--close your eyes lightly as you fade. the moon was made for anxious lovers to keep the night
In other terms, Guin is letting us know that the sky is clear as glass, allowing the sunlight to beam directly on Omelas. Guin allows us to paint a picture of exactly what Omelas looks like. By reading this metaphor we can picture a clear blue sky with the sunlight directly gleaming on Omelas with its “white-gold” flame. The use of these metaphors in the introduction of “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas”, shifts the readers towards a more positive and Utopian setting. “The crowds along the racecourse are like a field of grass and flowers in the wind.”
It was cool, and peaceful, the sky lit up by tiny lights. The stars were so numerous, like fish in a sea of dark. It was so overwhelming that my breath caught in my throat, and I decided to walk back to camp on my own. The beautiful sky would have to wait for when I was ready. As I walked quickly on the dirt path I soon spotted the large campfire.
The Butterfly Effect in ‘Romeo and Juliet’ Dawn was settling over the scene. The first ray of sun broke all darkness and bathed the earth with magic. Blossoming splendour now encircled life within its charisma. Just then, a fully ripe cocoon exposed its inner treasure to the world. Out came a butterfly and flapped its wings to soar the heights.
Moon and Half Dome by Ansel Adam captures my attention due to its clear and clean shot. Its black and white color helps me focus to the subject of the photo. This picture illustrates the beauty of the Half Dome under the moonlight. There are three aspects that make this picture stand out; the clear skies, the moonlight and the silhouette of the setting sun.
It was a cold crisp morning, the sun climbed the tree tops and showed it’s beautiful colors. The water shimmered and shined just like a glass mirror sitting in the hot summer sun. The birds chirped out songs, every note was perfect and in tune. The water bugs danced on the water, they almost looked like figure skaters as they twisted and made sharp turns. An eagle flew by searching for food as her young chicks cried, they were hungry.
Many people were smiling and enjoying their stay at the beach. My feet were warm from the smooth sand; it wasn’t bumpy or a sore to my feet. Lifeguards were not on duty. Freedom. There were no worries of whether or not I would get in trouble for going too far or doing something “dangerous”.
The beauty of the natural sound allows him to imagine: Such a soft floating witchery of sound As twilight Elfins make, when they eve Voyage on gentle gales from Fairy-Land, Where Melodies round honey-dropping flowers, Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise (440) The music the aeolian harp makes reminds Coleridge of flowers, and colorful birds. This experience that Coleridge is having is positive and he is enjoying the nature around him. He is creating a perfect mental picture of the beauty he is experiencing through the use of his imagination. While the imagination and nature are often working together, there are instances where the two are in conflict.
I feel it radiating into my blood, as my heart skips a beat. Soon, enlightened by a beating pair of wings effortlessly moving up and down, more fragile than the glass that once was sitting on the edge of the table. The fluttering pair of painted silk wings circles my front, as another pair comes into sight, creating a delicate breeze that brushes past my quilted cold cheeks. I manage to smile at the picturesque view in front of me, sending a warm satisfaction to my body as it sparks my heart and floods my eyes with tear-filled blur.
Changing shape in the sky above, the cumulus clouds, the cotton balls of the sky, cast shadows over the water. In a cloud of their own, dragonflies hover and jut,
I saw a bright light heading towards me, and then blackness. I was half way in the car and half way on the ice cold concrete. Each drop of rain felt like a gentle tap as it landed on my skin. The sky was filled with grey smoke. I managed to lift my head up as I saw flashing lights coming towards me.