As I blazed my vision to the surrounding for a couple of minutes I notice a small centipede walking, crossing the trail from where all the people are passing. As a typical description of a centipede, it is an animal that is covered in a black shell type skin with about a hundred of feet connected to its body. I stared at the animal and it seems that it doesn't care if people look at them and crosses their path. They will just stop a few seconds and then continue to walk afterwards. I can see the beauty of the movements of his feet although I could not count them but it is the same as a piece of nylon thread joined together and then operated on a very high torque machine. But I can't explain why there are curves on the movements of its feet. As it completely crossed the trail I then turned away and started to write down any observation I had on that moment.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Library, a Silent Place of Beauty
Yesterday I was sitting in front of the library, studying when suddenly I remember the task that we had in Comp 1. I then looked in any angle from where I am sitting. A big-wide field is in front of me, green surrounding, noisy because a lot of people are passing from any direction; there are bikers; and skateboarders; and it is a sunny day. But I noticed that the temperature now is different than the temperature before I arrived here in Fort Myers. Last month, the temperature here during daytime is the same as in my country. I guess winter is fast approaching and that's explain why the wind breeze is cold as it passes by in my skin. That's on my front view but on my right side view you will see a lake. For me it's a mysterious lake since all I can see is a fountain and a bunch of plants growing on the surface. There are alligators underwater for sure but I was just wondering if there are also big alligators habiting the area and if so, how big is it. Also, you can see chairs and tables which are exposed under the heat of the sun and there are people also who loved to stay under the sun and doing their stuff of reading their books and doing their assignments and papers.
As I blazed my vision to the surrounding for a couple of minutes I notice a small centipede walking, crossing the trail from where all the people are passing. As a typical description of a centipede, it is an animal that is covered in a black shell type skin with about a hundred of feet connected to its body. I stared at the animal and it seems that it doesn't care if people look at them and crosses their path. They will just stop a few seconds and then continue to walk afterwards. I can see the beauty of the movements of his feet although I could not count them but it is the same as a piece of nylon thread joined together and then operated on a very high torque machine. But I can't explain why there are curves on the movements of its feet. As it completely crossed the trail I then turned away and started to write down any observation I had on that moment.
As I blazed my vision to the surrounding for a couple of minutes I notice a small centipede walking, crossing the trail from where all the people are passing. As a typical description of a centipede, it is an animal that is covered in a black shell type skin with about a hundred of feet connected to its body. I stared at the animal and it seems that it doesn't care if people look at them and crosses their path. They will just stop a few seconds and then continue to walk afterwards. I can see the beauty of the movements of his feet although I could not count them but it is the same as a piece of nylon thread joined together and then operated on a very high torque machine. But I can't explain why there are curves on the movements of its feet. As it completely crossed the trail I then turned away and started to write down any observation I had on that moment.
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I cannot remember how many times I have walked by that place,but every time I ignore the most common but wonderful sights.Anyway,what we lack is not amazing things but the attention of picking out them from our repetitive life.
ReplyDeleteYes, I agree on that Sophie. As I note on my first essay, the most common thing is always the most uncommon thing that we can ever remember.
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