Looking Down
This is something I wrote for my English class. It's a description of my favorite place in Salt Lake City. Enjoy!
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I stood at the top of the world drinking in the busy world down below. Microscopic cars and trucks raced past each other in hopes to beat one another to the traffic lights. Insect like creatures scurried about on the sidelines also rushing from one place to another. A light wind caressed my cheek as I continued to watch.
I gazed down at the dollhouse sized buildings feeling like a giant watching it all. I stood at my pedestal as if time didn’t consume me. I watched as if none of it mattered. And it didn’t. At least not when I was standing this high, when I had a chance to step outside my surroundings. It was my time to catch a glimpse, if only for a brief moment.
The cool breeze tickled my skin and I shivered. The air was very unlike the smells down below that usually eroded my senses. Up here, I was free of all that. I was free of the exhaust fumes from frequent road warriors who acted as if they were the kings and queens of traffic; cigarette smoke that filled the air like toxic waste; and bits of garbage that littered the parks like grains of salt on a pretzel.
Up here the glacial air numbed my nostrils and the fresh scent of plants and shrubs surrounded me in their natural beauty.
Their leaves took on a gray-mundane look in the winter but in the Spring they were back into bloom with their vibrant greens and yellows saturating their leaves. But the roses were the most effervescent of them all. In the Spring I was surrounded by a mass of yellows, pinks, crimsons and fuchsias that one could imagine. The fragrance floated through the air in a floral haze. Bumblebees clung to the rose petals in hopes to savor every bit of nectar from the roses as possible.
I gazed at the mountains ahead realizing that they were more out of reach than anything else. I sometimes wished I were a bird so I could quickly flock my way from here to there in a matter of minutes or seconds. I closed my eyes and let the wind tousle my hair.
There were a few pigeons who landed atop this building but not many. They usually landed on this place to catch a breather or scope out the area for food. Several of them preferred to be in places where humans could not harm them. I understood how they felt at times and that was another reason for my frequent visits to the “Gardens.” I took one last look down before making my descent. I felt safe. I felt at home. Most of all, I felt like I could stop time.
I gazed down at the dollhouse sized buildings feeling like a giant watching it all. I stood at my pedestal as if time didn’t consume me. I watched as if none of it mattered. And it didn’t. At least not when I was standing this high, when I had a chance to step outside my surroundings. It was my time to catch a glimpse, if only for a brief moment.
The cool breeze tickled my skin and I shivered. The air was very unlike the smells down below that usually eroded my senses. Up here, I was free of all that. I was free of the exhaust fumes from frequent road warriors who acted as if they were the kings and queens of traffic; cigarette smoke that filled the air like toxic waste; and bits of garbage that littered the parks like grains of salt on a pretzel.
Up here the glacial air numbed my nostrils and the fresh scent of plants and shrubs surrounded me in their natural beauty.
Their leaves took on a gray-mundane look in the winter but in the Spring they were back into bloom with their vibrant greens and yellows saturating their leaves. But the roses were the most effervescent of them all. In the Spring I was surrounded by a mass of yellows, pinks, crimsons and fuchsias that one could imagine. The fragrance floated through the air in a floral haze. Bumblebees clung to the rose petals in hopes to savor every bit of nectar from the roses as possible.
I gazed at the mountains ahead realizing that they were more out of reach than anything else. I sometimes wished I were a bird so I could quickly flock my way from here to there in a matter of minutes or seconds. I closed my eyes and let the wind tousle my hair.
There were a few pigeons who landed atop this building but not many. They usually landed on this place to catch a breather or scope out the area for food. Several of them preferred to be in places where humans could not harm them. I understood how they felt at times and that was another reason for my frequent visits to the “Gardens.” I took one last look down before making my descent. I felt safe. I felt at home. Most of all, I felt like I could stop time.