Anthony Pasla English 101 PW#2
The Sunset
The early morning fog hovers lazily, a couple of feet above the ground. It is cold and dark out. Traces of dew are still evident among the leaves, and lie thick along the pasture. The blades of grass are wet, and appear to be razor sharp. In a couple of minutes, the scene will change from dark to light and a new day will begin.
A gentle breeze blows south and it seems that the trees loose their leaves in the gust. It’s as if they are pointing in the direction of the wind. The leaves rustle together copiously and the sound is rather loud. Now the wind has died down, and the attention is once again turned to the thick mist. The trees are once again settled. It is difficult to see far off into the distance as the ghostly gray fog is dense and surrounds the entire scene. It is dark, and the scene almost looks scary. The grass is intimidating and the fog seems as though it belongs above a graveyard. I am sitting on top of a cliff peering over into the distance, it is hard to see but I can make out the murky water. It is calm and motionless. I make my way down to the sand where I wait to see the sun hit the water and change the mood from an eerie scene out of a horror movie to a picturesque prospect that would even please the harshest of people.