Description Paragraph on soundsmell
DESCRIPTIVE PARAGRAPHS
SOUND AND SMELL
Submitted by: Sheila Fennimore
Submitted to: Kelly Harrison
Due Date: November 12, 2014
Description Paragraph on sound-Fire
It was the crackling and hissing of the fire that sounded so warm and comforting to Sarah and me. We were going to sleep in our tent and it was a cool, windy, summer’s night, so Peter was having trouble keeping the fire lit. I could hear him rustling the logs that were burning hot, as he tried to light the new wood he had just added to the fire. Then I heard the sound of a liquid being poured over the logs (which I assumed was gas or lighter fluid) it made a sizzling, squealing noise when it hit the hot coals of the fire. Then I heard a huge swoosh as the logs ignited! The wind, blowing against the flames exploding from the fire, reminded me of a winter snowstorm and the odd comfort of the wind whistling against the windows. Sarah was already asleep and I drifted off as well, as I listened to the soothing roar of Peter’s accomplishment.
Description Paragraph on smell – Air
When my boys stepped off the plane in Newfoundland for the very first time, they both marvelled at the light, fresh, aromatic smell of the NL air. It was early fall and it had just finished raining a couple of hours before we landed. We had come from Alberta, where the air was thick with smog and dry heat, with the underlying stench of oil. The difference in coming from the perfumes of floral wheat and canola mixed with the stench of gas, to the sweet fragrance of lush, pine trees and dewy, green grass, intertwined with the salty but sweet essence of the ocean, was incomparable. My oldest son Nick says he will never forget the experience of breathing in the crisp, clean, oceanic, scent on his first day in Newfoundland and he is reminded of it every time it rains.
SOUND AND SMELL
Submitted by: Sheila Fennimore
Submitted to: Kelly Harrison
Due Date: November 12, 2014
Description Paragraph on sound-Fire
It was the crackling and hissing of the fire that sounded so warm and comforting to Sarah and me. We were going to sleep in our tent and it was a cool, windy, summer’s night, so Peter was having trouble keeping the fire lit. I could hear him rustling the logs that were burning hot, as he tried to light the new wood he had just added to the fire. Then I heard the sound of a liquid being poured over the logs (which I assumed was gas or lighter fluid) it made a sizzling, squealing noise when it hit the hot coals of the fire. Then I heard a huge swoosh as the logs ignited! The wind, blowing against the flames exploding from the fire, reminded me of a winter snowstorm and the odd comfort of the wind whistling against the windows. Sarah was already asleep and I drifted off as well, as I listened to the soothing roar of Peter’s accomplishment.
Description Paragraph on smell – Air
When my boys stepped off the plane in Newfoundland for the very first time, they both marvelled at the light, fresh, aromatic smell of the NL air. It was early fall and it had just finished raining a couple of hours before we landed. We had come from Alberta, where the air was thick with smog and dry heat, with the underlying stench of oil. The difference in coming from the perfumes of floral wheat and canola mixed with the stench of gas, to the sweet fragrance of lush, pine trees and dewy, green grass, intertwined with the salty but sweet essence of the ocean, was incomparable. My oldest son Nick says he will never forget the experience of breathing in the crisp, clean, oceanic, scent on his first day in Newfoundland and he is reminded of it every time it rains.