Today, as I was squeezing in my run, I realized how incredibly beautiful my route was today. In my mind I can still picture it. A scene is so much more than "pretty". A scene is sight, sound, feel, and even smell. How do you put all of that into mere words? I'm envious of the people who can effortlessly paint the picture with their words. I've been teaching word choice and "showing" with words instead of "telling" in my language arts class, realizing how difficult that actually is. How do you turn all the senses into just words without it sounding cheesy? I'll give it a try:
The sidewalk lies in straight squares disappearing into the row of trees to the left and yards to the right. The sky is getting darker, but the patch of bright blue is not far off. The wind is stronger since I've turned west and the wet decay of fall is all around. I remember dripping in the heat just weeks ago along this same route. I remember the bright blooms that would greet me at each landscaped yard. Now my sleeves are long and the blooms are leaving with the first frost not far away. Orange and red leaves litter the sidewalk next to their naked trees and crunch under my Mizunos. The green and yellow leaves still hang on their branches and cover my head from the pitter patter of raindrops. I jump over the puddles enjoying the cool of fall.
I wonder when I reread that if it will bring back the picture that I see right now in my head. I think I'm better with a camera ~ what a gift to be able to use your words!
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