Personal Narrative-The Bolt

The Bolt

This day started towards the end of a fall night. The time of year where, if there weren’t clouds, then it would be that orange-red color and the sun acting like it is playing hide and seek with the horizon of the earth. This day was not a clear day, in the distance, approaching from the west, a storm was coming in. My dad and I were fishing in one of the local ponds, watching the lighting in the distance popping of like a war just a few miles away. All you saw was bright flashes about 30 seconds apart. We could tell that it was about to rain for many reasons one being the leaves on the trees, even though they were beginning to turn from their green, that is impossible to repeat, that green that during early spring it amazes you because
I went around telling everyone I knew about what I had saw in that past day, week, and even month. It wasn’t just something that was beautiful it made me think, when I was standing there for those few minutes, all I was thinking on how much I loved the outdoors, all the elements an beauties that is sitting right in front of you, all it takes is someone one to pay attention. Even a poor man can afford to pay attention. Also how good, as a human, I had it. I’m not say my family and I have so much money that we can buy anything we like but we aren’t not poverty stricken countries. This made me be more humble and change the way I acted when wanting something I would like instead of something I needed. I’m not saying that bolt changed my entire life, but it did make me think about how I acted and me realize how I’m glad to have what I have. It was just amazing and eye opening. I hope someday I can see this again but it wouldn’t be the same as the first time. Also, when I know a storm is coming in and starting to shows itself, I go outside and crave to see that bolt once more. The great outdoors have, and always will be a part of my life. I wouldn’t know what to do without