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´╗┐Querencia Essay Draft: My Sky Rains Inspiration I?m cuddling close to my blankets and sheets as a chill passes over me. My toes and fingers are cold as ice, and even in my blurry frame of mind, I can tell that it?s about six in the morning. My biological alarm clock is cruel and hardly ever lets me sleep past 7:30. I groan and rub the sleep from my eyes as I realize that I?m fully awake and there?s no going back to sleep after this. Though I?m lying in my toasty bed, though I don?t want to move because I?m so comfortable, I know that eventually I?ll have to. I roll onto my side down onto my bed platform, and land on my carpet knees first. I unconsciously fix my hair out of habit as I do a once over on rather dim room. The black desk that sits in front of me takes up an entire wall is littered with art supplies and a small TV. My armless leather swivel chair pushed into the opening of the desk is probably the only movable thing in the room that?s where it?s supposed to be. The twin bed is pushed into the corner where my windows meet; it?s supposed to do something with feng shui, I think. I have clothes everywhere in front of my bed, but not on the side where I?m sitting. ...read more.


I press my mechanical pencil down lightly where the sky meets the mountains and I shade where it?s supposed to be darker. The calm before the storm ends right when I?m done with my pencil drawing. It is then at that moment when the sky bursts into tears. I shudder; I can almost feel the anguish the heavens are letting out. I can almost feel the pain. There wasn?t even a warning drizzle. It all started coming down unimaginably hard. My window?s half open, and I?m getting pelted by the raindrops. I rush to close the sliding window. I didn?t close it the entire way; I left a small crack to let in gusts of fresh air. I return to my seat, a little wet, but I?ll survive. It won?t kill me. As the sky continues to weep, I decide now is the perfect time to paint. I start with the mountains. It?s a dull, medium shade of purple for the base, and I fill in the darker areas with a bit of black. I continue onto the foreground as I begin to fade my dull purple into an even duller green. The weeds, the elephant grass to be specific, goes everywhere in my image, most of it sags under the weight of the water. This is done; and now I head up the paper to my biggest challenge; the tearful clouds themselves. ...read more.


Wanting to just let go and heave myself into the arms of the sea, I decide not to as there is a thirst that blocks my ability to enjoy this scenery. atures, I truly come to understand the innocence and purity of nature. And with a deep breath, I walk home with a clear and relaxed mind. I ask the person wearing a chestnut straw hat and a colorful flowery shirt to aid me with my problem. My burdensome stress and worries vanish like footsteps washed away from the ocean. Anticipating the moment when the ocean will engulf my weary feet, I tense up with great expectations. I feel a sense of rejuvenation and a surge of strength as this liquid slowly courses through my body. Walking away towards the end of my day, I take one last look at the attractive image of nature and absorb its beauty. The seagulls cry overhead as I gaze into the blue sky above and notice the puffy clouds gliding across the sky. I slowly draw the cup to the edge of my lips and prepare to be refreshed with coolness. With each footstep, the moist and delicate sand of the beach cushions my restless body. Wondering how it feels to be free like those very clouds, I decide not to worry about myself over such small matters and just relax. However, this nice effort to decorate the drink means nothing to me, as I am more concerned with the contents inside. ...read more.

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