Monday, September 22, 2008
Mood?
The sky as blue as the crayola crayon I use to color with as a child blinds me as I walk outside from how bright it is. The wind is picking up, blowing in the clouds that cover the mountains that strech across as far as I can see. Ripping through trees, creating a rustling sound that covers the voices of the smokers sitting along the wall of the school, the wind anounces it's presence and brings with it a warning of a storm. Hair being tossled, paper blowing everywhere, people start to head inside to get away. Away from the wind. Away from the storm. The clouds take over the sky, covering that beautiful blue and the sun with a fluffy white blanket, letting everyone know they are here now, and the beautiful day is hidden. The more clouds that move in, the darker it gets, saying to the world that they hold the power of rain, and will let it out when they please.
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I think the mood you are conveying is something along the lines of urgency. Descriptions of everyone running inside and papers blowing everywhere tell most of the setting and setting is a great portal to describing mood. - Casey
i think that your saying that you are a little scared of mother nature and and to get inside before the "storm" comes.
By the way you describe the coulds, I think you are trying to show awe and power.
I think your trying to convey the mood of urgency kind of like a storm is coming.
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