sensory essay
Gunnar Reich
Ms. Guissi
Honors English 2
7 September 2014
Wild Winsome
The clock has just struck seven o’clock in the morning and the sun is in full bloom. It is dazzling, illuminating the tent and making it difficult to see due to it’s substantial brightness. Across the lake lies a mantis green meadow with a prodigious, dark brown mountain standing tall at it’s rear. Snow from the long, frigid winter still rests on it’s face. It looks quite appetizing, as it resembles whipped cream scattered about on a piece of German chocolate cake. The sun beats down with force, slowly melting the snow’s life away and creating an unpleasant glare as a result. The trees surrounding the lake are as green as ever, fueled by the snow runoff that creeps slowly into their roots, quenching their thirst, feeding their growth. The sky is brandeis blue like the tropical ocean in the Bahamas. The bright blue lake is shimmering and looks as inviting and refreshing as ever. Everything looks like it belongs where it is, helping to do it’s part to create the appealing picture. It is beauty at it’s finest, simplest and most natural.
The pleasurable smells of breakfast make their way across the lake as the boy scouts cook bacon and sausage, preparing for a big day of adventure ahead. Scents of campfires from the night before still linger in the air. The fragrance brings back childhood memories of sitting around the campfire with family and friends, telling stories and roasting marshmallows, laughing the night away. The fresh, strong scents of pine and cedar overwhelm the bacon and sausage, sending the message that trees rule the wilderness. The distinct aromas of lake water and granite rock fill the air as well. All of it combines to create one of the best smells in the world. Just then, the odious scents of fish guts, from the early morning fisherman cleaning out their trophies, ruin the sublime smell in it’s entirety.
Birds of all sorts provide a front row seat to the bird opera, as
Ms. Guissi
Honors English 2
7 September 2014
Wild Winsome
The clock has just struck seven o’clock in the morning and the sun is in full bloom. It is dazzling, illuminating the tent and making it difficult to see due to it’s substantial brightness. Across the lake lies a mantis green meadow with a prodigious, dark brown mountain standing tall at it’s rear. Snow from the long, frigid winter still rests on it’s face. It looks quite appetizing, as it resembles whipped cream scattered about on a piece of German chocolate cake. The sun beats down with force, slowly melting the snow’s life away and creating an unpleasant glare as a result. The trees surrounding the lake are as green as ever, fueled by the snow runoff that creeps slowly into their roots, quenching their thirst, feeding their growth. The sky is brandeis blue like the tropical ocean in the Bahamas. The bright blue lake is shimmering and looks as inviting and refreshing as ever. Everything looks like it belongs where it is, helping to do it’s part to create the appealing picture. It is beauty at it’s finest, simplest and most natural.
The pleasurable smells of breakfast make their way across the lake as the boy scouts cook bacon and sausage, preparing for a big day of adventure ahead. Scents of campfires from the night before still linger in the air. The fragrance brings back childhood memories of sitting around the campfire with family and friends, telling stories and roasting marshmallows, laughing the night away. The fresh, strong scents of pine and cedar overwhelm the bacon and sausage, sending the message that trees rule the wilderness. The distinct aromas of lake water and granite rock fill the air as well. All of it combines to create one of the best smells in the world. Just then, the odious scents of fish guts, from the early morning fisherman cleaning out their trophies, ruin the sublime smell in it’s entirety.
Birds of all sorts provide a front row seat to the bird opera, as