English Descriptive Narrative essay
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in Philadelphia. The air was fresh and the fog was rolling off of the dark green oak trees. These trees were scattered everywhere like grains of sand on a hot summer beach. The soft and lingering scent from the various kinds of flowers filled the air. This added a sense of happiness to everyone who was celebrating my uncle’s wedding, especially my sisters and I. Before the wedding, people were gathered in large groups, everywhere, bickering with one another. Over 450 were people talking and suddenly a quietness came over the crowd. All of them were waiting on the same thing, that fairytale moment where two people come together with one thing in common, love.
As everyone started to take their seats there were some hushed conversations that carried, but the people who were faced toward the front of the gardens were silent, as if daydreaming about what was to come. When the ceremony began, everybody became still and were all tentative towards the front. The atmosphere seemed so charged by the silence. I could tell today was going to be a magical day. This was a day that would never be forgotten. Everybody knew the special feeling was there from the moment they parked their cars outside of the forestlike gardens. The ceremony began with the Scottish sound of a beautiful musical instrument. This high pitched music was being played by a man wearing a green and red plaid kilt. Every note was so precise and heartfelt. This man definitely had a passion for the bagpipes. This put all the guests into, what looked like, a culture shock. Even the little children stopped playing to listen to this unfamiliar sound. The elderly people were the most enraptured because the music reminded them of their youth. Such beautiful music set the tone for the rest of the ceremony.
When the bagpipes ceased, the piano man started to play. As the playing began five women and their escorts started to walk out. Each woman wearing a
As everyone started to take their seats there were some hushed conversations that carried, but the people who were faced toward the front of the gardens were silent, as if daydreaming about what was to come. When the ceremony began, everybody became still and were all tentative towards the front. The atmosphere seemed so charged by the silence. I could tell today was going to be a magical day. This was a day that would never be forgotten. Everybody knew the special feeling was there from the moment they parked their cars outside of the forestlike gardens. The ceremony began with the Scottish sound of a beautiful musical instrument. This high pitched music was being played by a man wearing a green and red plaid kilt. Every note was so precise and heartfelt. This man definitely had a passion for the bagpipes. This put all the guests into, what looked like, a culture shock. Even the little children stopped playing to listen to this unfamiliar sound. The elderly people were the most enraptured because the music reminded them of their youth. Such beautiful music set the tone for the rest of the ceremony.
When the bagpipes ceased, the piano man started to play. As the playing began five women and their escorts started to walk out. Each woman wearing a