Outside it looks like the sun is dead. There is water on the ground in puddles. I'm Looking into a cold but peaceful paradise. The puddles are shimmering like a rambo. I see stormy dark clouds in the sky.
Autumn sounds are quiet, even the birds are quiet. You can hear the wind howling like wolves. It sounds calm like the world is spinning more slowly.
It smells like firewood and smoke. It also smelled like fresh air. It smells like baking.
It feels cold and dead. It also feels really wet and disgusting.
It tastes like scones and moza ball soup.
It also tastes like baked treats fresh from the oven.
Hi Nathan it's Miriam,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your blog post. The detail in your writing really paints a picture in my mind of a cold Autumns day. This writing is really incredible. I never knew you could write like that. Are you proud of your writing? You should be. Maybe next time you could write a paragraph about the learning you did around this writing or introduce what you are writing about and why. Otherwise this is one unbelievable piece of writing. I can't wait to read your next blog post.
Miriam