At the bluff
At the bluff all is peaceful.
All you can hear, except for a distant highway, are the sounds of nature.
The birds are singing, the bugs chirping, and the waves crashing.
Lake Michigan stretches away to the horizon.
Today the only way you can see the difference between the lake and the sky is by the ripples on the surface of the lake.
A wave crashes to shore.
All is calm.
The lake is before me, school behind me, and homework surrounding me.
It is nice here, away from the noises of the dorm, where the only reason why it does not sound like a war is because the noise is too rhythmic.
Time seems to slow at the bluff, far away from the disturbances of the dorm.
An ant runs across the screen of my iBook, perhaps the
Apple tastes like an apple.
Now my writing warm-up is done.
It is time to get to work.