Brett Nielsen
MY WALK TO THE CAFETERIA
While walking through an incredibly wet august
morning, I notice little gooey creatures resting on concrete blocks. The smell
of dew raced through my nose like a NASCAR driver at Daytona. The taste of
mountain air relaxed and relieved my soul. I took two more steps and realized
all the buildings look the same. Then I was lost. I noticed an ice cream cone
in the clouds which drew my hunger to extreme levels. I then became relaxed and
relieved until I heard the sounds of my tummy. So I looked around and realized
I am still lost. But only for a second and I then read the wet signs and found
the cafeteria. The grass is green and so are the trees. The air smells good and
I don’t miss the city smog air. This is a small mountain town but I don’t mind
it. Waiting to see how the snow is up here. I wonder about the endless
adventures that I can explore. The night sky was a beautiful site when there
are hardly any lights. Hikes and bike rides sound amazing but school and
athletics are my first objectives. This is a perfect college town where you can
experience every aspect of life. I was told it is always sunny in gunny but yet
since I been up here the clouds continue to cry.
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