As a class, we were asked to try and feel all of our senses as we rode home from school. It probably also helped that it was one of the first days back to school at the start of the year. I remember that it was raining that day, and I was very tired after my day at school and couldn't wait to get home just so I could catch my breath.
My Ride Home
I get in the car with anticipation clouding my senses. Weariness has settled into my bones from the yearlong day at school. I can't help but anticipate my arrival at home, a place of comfort and rest. I close my eyes in a slow blink, reveling in the bliss. I open them as we start driving, and lean back into the chair, enjoying the soft cushion that envelopes me like a hug unlike the hard chairs at school. The driver turns the music on and symphonies swirl through my ears and paint pictures all around me. We cruise down the road and I watch the scenery blend into flashes of vibrant colors as we pick up speed. The continual bouncing rotation of the slightly rock the car as they vibrate into my skin. My heart lurches as the vehicle drives up onto a bridge, bumping over the transition of road to bridge. A big truck rushes past us filling our noses with the scent of gasoline. The music is temporarily drowned in the sounds of the trucks engines and massive wheels. As we drive over the connector, I glance up to see us drive into a black cloud hovering over the island. The sun that glittered so brightly on the moving water vanishes behind the clouds before us. The water below appears black from the overcast shadows. A lighting strike streaks down into the trees in the off distance. As we near my house, fat droplets begin to splatter on our windshield and the asphalt. The scorching heat evaporates them almost instantly at first, but the drops come faster and cover up any dryness that previously dominated the ground. The pattering sound of rain on the roof lulls me into relaxation even more, until, finally, we arrive home. The car bounces and jerks across our dirt/mud road until we pull into our pebble covered driveway. I step out into the rain as refreshing coolness settles into my skin and the smells of wind and nature fill in my nose. I grins as I walk onto my porch: one day down, one hundred and seventy-nine more to go.
My Ride Home
I get in the car with anticipation clouding my senses. Weariness has settled into my bones from the yearlong day at school. I can't help but anticipate my arrival at home, a place of comfort and rest. I close my eyes in a slow blink, reveling in the bliss. I open them as we start driving, and lean back into the chair, enjoying the soft cushion that envelopes me like a hug unlike the hard chairs at school. The driver turns the music on and symphonies swirl through my ears and paint pictures all around me. We cruise down the road and I watch the scenery blend into flashes of vibrant colors as we pick up speed. The continual bouncing rotation of the slightly rock the car as they vibrate into my skin. My heart lurches as the vehicle drives up onto a bridge, bumping over the transition of road to bridge. A big truck rushes past us filling our noses with the scent of gasoline. The music is temporarily drowned in the sounds of the trucks engines and massive wheels. As we drive over the connector, I glance up to see us drive into a black cloud hovering over the island. The sun that glittered so brightly on the moving water vanishes behind the clouds before us. The water below appears black from the overcast shadows. A lighting strike streaks down into the trees in the off distance. As we near my house, fat droplets begin to splatter on our windshield and the asphalt. The scorching heat evaporates them almost instantly at first, but the drops come faster and cover up any dryness that previously dominated the ground. The pattering sound of rain on the roof lulls me into relaxation even more, until, finally, we arrive home. The car bounces and jerks across our dirt/mud road until we pull into our pebble covered driveway. I step out into the rain as refreshing coolness settles into my skin and the smells of wind and nature fill in my nose. I grins as I walk onto my porch: one day down, one hundred and seventy-nine more to go.