Williams Prompt - Imagine looking through a window at any environment that is particularly significant to you. Reflect on the scene, paying close attention to the relation between what you are seeing and why it is meaningful to you.
The Fog Rolls Out
There is a wooden cabin with unfinished windows nestled in the mountains of Vermont. In the early summer here, the morning still holds a slight chill. Outside the aging glass the world exists only in hazy blacks and grays, dense fog lingering over everything. When the sun rises, it shies away quietly from the dawn light, inching backward with reluctant care.
Slowly the thick cloud relinquishes its territory, revealing first the splintering porch rail and next the overgrown wild grass. Patiently I curl up, wondering what will be uncovered, whether the earth will be returned at all. As the gray blur clears, color begins to seep back where it had been chased out hours ago. Wispy tendrils snake around the faraway mountain tops, clinging to their nighttime treasures. An hour must pass before the sunlight grows stronger; only then the mountains easily shake off the thinning mist.
I can see the houses that dot the mountainside now, small spots of color surrounded by a verdant sea of green mixed with gray. Do the people there watch the summer fog roll out? Do they imagine the earth may have disappeared? Or Sympathize with a curious cloud, just trying to know what it can? No, that's silly, it never crosses their minds. It's an insignificant thing to anyone else, I know.
But to me, the vast grayness is an everyday mystery I can relish. Staring into the surrounding abyss, I never know if the world will reappear. I gaze on for the long hours - taking pride in my diligence - to see the land exposed bare bit by bit. In the bright daylight, this scene is all-encompassing, ineffable, and too much for my senses. Only with the lumbering can I scrutinize the pieces of the whole. In the trickling dawn light, I can try to understand my world.
...and ineffable - beautiful to say the least. But in the trickling dawn, I can scrutinize the puzzle pieces. In small doses, I can try to understand.
Ah, this essay needs so much work... I think my two biggest stumbling blocks is trying to describe why this scene is meaningful to me and making my description colorful but concise. Suggestions?
The Fog Rolls Out
There is a wooden cabin with unfinished windows nestled in the mountains of Vermont. In the early summer here, the morning still holds a slight chill. Outside the aging glass the world exists only in hazy blacks and grays, dense fog lingering over everything. When the sun rises, it shies away quietly from the dawn light, inching backward with reluctant care.
Slowly the thick cloud relinquishes its territory, revealing first the splintering porch rail and next the overgrown wild grass. Patiently I curl up, wondering what will be uncovered, whether the earth will be returned at all. As the gray blur clears, color begins to seep back where it had been chased out hours ago. Wispy tendrils snake around the faraway mountain tops, clinging to their nighttime treasures. An hour must pass before the sunlight grows stronger; only then the mountains easily shake off the thinning mist.
I can see the houses that dot the mountainside now, small spots of color surrounded by a verdant sea of green mixed with gray. Do the people there watch the summer fog roll out? Do they imagine the earth may have disappeared? Or Sympathize with a curious cloud, just trying to know what it can? No, that's silly, it never crosses their minds. It's an insignificant thing to anyone else, I know.
But to me, the vast grayness is an everyday mystery I can relish. Staring into the surrounding abyss, I never know if the world will reappear. I gaze on for the long hours - taking pride in my diligence - to see the land exposed bare bit by bit. In the bright daylight, this scene is all-encompassing, ineffable, and too much for my senses. Only with the lumbering can I scrutinize the pieces of the whole. In the trickling dawn light, I can try to understand my world.
...and ineffable - beautiful to say the least. But in the trickling dawn, I can scrutinize the puzzle pieces. In small doses, I can try to understand.
Ah, this essay needs so much work... I think my two biggest stumbling blocks is trying to describe why this scene is meaningful to me and making my description colorful but concise. Suggestions?