Junior Year English Journal #5

Writing About Nature

I really feel that nature can be expressed to human kind through a human's five senses. I can see the wind cause the vestiges of trees and scrub to shimmy. I view the flock of birds flying by, and I watch the sun cast its light off the clouds that block its rays. I can hear the gentle hum of Arapahoe traffic whizzing by however many blocks away mixing with the sound of dogs barking in that kennel to my west. I can taste the air on my tongue, it has a flavor much drier and cleaner than anything in Texas. I smell the effervescent odor of autumn surrounding me, giving me a whiff of what I have missed these past four years. Now as the sun begins to fade I feel as if I could touch the cold around me as the air where I am loses its days heat. As I gaze at the spectacle of the jungle of unfinished houses all around me I am certain there is no place I would rather be than where I am right now, on my back porch watching the first streetlights flicker on in the street adjacent to mine, a view I soon will not have from the ground floor in wake of houses behind ours that have not yet come into existence.