Observing a Scene

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My Dorm
A common place amongst this university to some would be the housing dormitories. As some may consider me as a loner, I consider myself someone who is keen of privacy. My dorm is a place where I can gather my thoughts, my emotions and grasp reality. Being new to Massachusetts, I could describe any place I gaze upon; all being a new sight. It is too bland of an experience to describe a park, a beach, or a garden, because everyone has painted their own unique pictures of these familiar experiences. So I chose the campus dormitories, well my dorm. The sights, sounds, feelings and smells that occur are just as remarkable as sitting in a park observing the life around me. Looking through my fifth floor window I can easily see two miles into the distance. The sun sets off an explosion of reds, blues, oranges and purples into the sky, that are visible to any naked eye. The red rooftops infiltrate my window screen and reflect off my mirror. The streetlights resemble stars that are masked by Salem’s inner city light pollution. The naked maple trees in the near distance are breaching over the multifamily homes; the abundant pine trees are full of life and blooming with greens and strength. Living in Florida for almost all of my life, I never experienced nature’s diversity. When the seasons change it is like watching a slow motion movie take place right before my eyes. The trees transform as the fall approaches. From lively green leaves and bushes turn into to red, orange and browns preparing the ambiance of fall’s serenity. The wind begins to pick up relinquishing summer’s heavy humidity. Lasting roughly three months, the warmth begins to diminish and the icy air begins to emerge from nature’s closet. Winters approaching and the lively, colorful leaves begin to disappear by the branch. Winter is here and the ambiance of the whole city has changed; especially when snow is expected. After a long winter night, the sun rises over those same roofs yet when the...
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