_____ 4. Which of the following arguments serves to counter the notion that European culture is…
It was a deceptively beautiful summer night in the month of July; Resplendent and artistic to people with discerning tastes and sensibilities. The sky was ornamented by splendiferous celestial beings. The waning moon was accessorized by the clouds, suspended mid-air in a picturesque, aesthetic fashion, wanting to augment the peculiarly blissful setting. The violet sky couldn’t have been any more sublime.…
Today is starting off to be a wonderfully beautiful day. The cold morning air is rich with both oxygen and moisture, which smells like the recipe for power to me! As I, Sandra Sandpile, am waiting to watch the sun rise, while the birds sing. I then drifted off into a time and a place of past excitement and adventure.…
The picture that I confronted was amazing to the point that I couldn't represent a moment. There were five major quiet greenish blue pounds that passed water to each other which then ran out as a waterfall. The sweet, almost wiped out, smell of blossoms slice through the delicate aroma of the evening's dewy grass developed all around the pounds. So high on the mountain I have a feeling that I can touch the sky with the tips of my fingers. I heard the winged creatures singing their wonderful last tune before they will go to rest. I solidify, thinking what an awesome day today is, when out of the blue I feel my stomach turn, I totally overlooked I didn't eat anything today. Tyler, Alex, and I sat down to eat some nourishment before we will head back. After every one of these hours not eating the sustenance felt particularly great. The pureed potatoes were smooth and velvety and the vegetables with their fluctuated hues gave the dish a pleasant appearance. The meat had a rich flavor with only a clue of spiciness. In the wake of eating we put lofts and laid there for around twenty minutes before we pressed up and left such a wonderful spot. I looked over the maritime blue pounds now, the blooms that were presently laying scattered on the grass like solidified blazes, the sky that had obscured to a weak violet shading, and the brilliant melon light of a late summer evening, pivoted and left. A winsome wind…
It looks like early morning; the singing birds give an eerie sense of calm to all of this chaos. I get up, I look down the road, no sounds besides the birds singing. I rub my eyes, ouch, I accidently have rubbed dirt in my eyes. I take some water out of my canteen and wash my eyes out. Nice cool water on an early cold morning day.…
Each new day begins with a sunrise. It brings to earth a new light that has never been seen before. The new light starts small and gradually reaches its peak in the vast sky. It nourishes the land, provides warmth and comfort, and inspires epic tales. As the day ages the light slowly sinks behind the horizon leaving behind brilliant splashes of color as if to reflect upon its accomplishment, but the pallet of colors will quickly fade to black as the light leaves the sky to go to places unknown. Even though the day was bright and created wonder it must give way to the tranquil, mysterious, and cool night.…
I drove through the town and the cool drape of dusk gently pulled itself over a cloudless night sky, delicately revealing overborn and neglected stars. I meandered my way through the streets getting a feel for the place; and it felt just fine. The warm air smelt of eucalyptus, dirt and open fires.…
The sun drowning into the horizon, it's rays of light glimming in the darkness as the clouds faded and the pale moon peaked at me through the stars through the window. I awoke rubbing my groggy eyes. I lied in a silk sheeted bed as the memories from yesterday's events flooded my mind. As I quickly got up and shot to the window to be blinded by the beams of sunlight in the early morning sky, curiosity swept over my mind.…
The sun was berating down hard on my scalp, I noticed it started to sweat as it trickled down my flushed skin and stung when it greeted my eyes. I was not the only one to feel the wrath of Earth's favorite star, because my dogs were also scouring the ground for a morsel of shade. The leaves appeared to be weeping and begging for night to creep in. I ended up sitting under an elder spruce that towered over the yard, and I could smell all the scents of spring. It appeared that summer was around the corner and was taking the world by surprise for there are pools of water where skiffs of snow stood proud this morning, but for me I just waddled back inside to take advantage of Mom's fresh…
The sun was berating down hard on my scalp, I noticed it started to sweat as it trickled down my flushed skin and stung when it greeted my eyes. I was not the only one to feel the wrath of Earth's favorite star, because my dogs were also scouring the ground for a morsel of shade. The leaves appeared to be weeping and begging for night to creep in. I ended up sitting under an elder spruce that towered over the yard, and I could smell all the scents of spring. It appeared that summer was around the corner and was taking the world by surprise for there are pools of water where skiffs of snow stood proud this morning, but for me I just waddled back inside to take advantage of Mom's fresh…
As I stepped outside my porch, like any other day, to attend my morning quite-time. This day wasn’t just like others. I was so peaceful and quite. I saw the sun’s rays in my eye, lighting my way step by step. It shined so bright, it burned my eye. I saw the beautiful green trees up across the sky, with birds flying over them and other just waiting to sing…
could feel the soft dough and chocolate in my hands. I took short sips of my coffee to ensure that…
The butterflies of all beautiful colors landing on the flowers, I try to catch one to observe the amazing colors. I listen to the small creek that runs into the pond, the soft sound of running water. I lie back on the grass and close my eyes and enjoy the quietness from the city life. As I walk further into the woods I see a woodpecker drilling in holes in the trees and I hear the squirrels scurrying across the floor of the woods. They run and play like children on a playground carefree and full of life.…
As I walk down the narrow, brown, rickety bridge that leads to the ocean my heart begins to race in anticipation of reaching the fascinating sight. I’m suddenly surrounded by sand that is white and pure as snow. I walk at a turtle’s speed absorbing this overwhelming beauty that encircles me. The sky is the brightest blue I’ve ever seen, so bright that it almost seems as if it is from an animated movie and not real life itself. Fluffy clumps of clouds that were covering the sky before slowly fade away into thin air and the crystal clear waves sparkle like diamonds. The water is never-ending. I see heaps of seagulls flying around the sky, white and grey and full of spirit. As a gust of wind runs through my long, dark, brown hair I look to the right to see two elegant dolphins leap from the deep blue sea and dive back in as if saying hello to the gorgeous, heavenly day.…
The sun is growing and growing in size and its glimmering light shines brighter and brighter. The inhabitants of the earth, all kinds of plants and flowers; showing its gradual appealing beauty, reflecting the light of the sun on its colour. Sweet smelling roses, wan at night, becoming redder and redder under the rising sun. The unique morning glory, the flower so connected with time, opens and blossoms as the light brightens. Its petals welcome the day, basking in the light.…