Nature and Self Essay
10-2-13
Descriptive Essay
At Peace in the Urban Jungle
I stepped out of the cool, comfortable, air conditioned confines of the Prudential Center right into an imaginary wall. WHACK! The sweltering heat and humidity immediately smothered me. It felt as if I was being tucked into a blanket made of muggy, steamy air that reeked of smog. That is Boston for you. I should not have expected anything less. Already sweating just from standing outside for about three seconds, I started walking, observing the urban jungle as I went. I could not waste much time; I had a Red Sox game to catch. “I miss that air conditioning already.” I thought as I excused myself past a seemingly endless colony of oversized worker ants scurrying along into the oasis of the Prudential Center. All of them looked exactly alike in their pressed, black suits with their black, perfectly ironed dress pants and their shiny, jet black dress shoes that reflected the bright light of the sun. All of them trying to get to work so that they can provide for their queens and young. The heat continued to beat down on my neck like one would do to a piñata. I took a sip of my ice cold water to cool off as I continued to walk and admire the trees that lined the road. The sheer amount and size of them overtook me. All of them stood strong, broad and tall, proudly proclaiming their names with large signs designed to grab the attention of the inhabitants of the jungle below. There were older trees as well as newer more modern looking trees. These older trees showed the signs of age and decay. The harsh climate of the jungle had stolen the color off the trees from what used to be a bright, brick red to a dull, almost brown color. Some of the bricks had been chipped and beaten down. Though the damage, these trees still stood tall and proud. The newer trees were made out of a metallic, silver colored material. They stood out in stark contrast from the old trees like how white seems so much brighter in pitch
Descriptive Essay
At Peace in the Urban Jungle
I stepped out of the cool, comfortable, air conditioned confines of the Prudential Center right into an imaginary wall. WHACK! The sweltering heat and humidity immediately smothered me. It felt as if I was being tucked into a blanket made of muggy, steamy air that reeked of smog. That is Boston for you. I should not have expected anything less. Already sweating just from standing outside for about three seconds, I started walking, observing the urban jungle as I went. I could not waste much time; I had a Red Sox game to catch. “I miss that air conditioning already.” I thought as I excused myself past a seemingly endless colony of oversized worker ants scurrying along into the oasis of the Prudential Center. All of them looked exactly alike in their pressed, black suits with their black, perfectly ironed dress pants and their shiny, jet black dress shoes that reflected the bright light of the sun. All of them trying to get to work so that they can provide for their queens and young. The heat continued to beat down on my neck like one would do to a piñata. I took a sip of my ice cold water to cool off as I continued to walk and admire the trees that lined the road. The sheer amount and size of them overtook me. All of them stood strong, broad and tall, proudly proclaiming their names with large signs designed to grab the attention of the inhabitants of the jungle below. There were older trees as well as newer more modern looking trees. These older trees showed the signs of age and decay. The harsh climate of the jungle had stolen the color off the trees from what used to be a bright, brick red to a dull, almost brown color. Some of the bricks had been chipped and beaten down. Though the damage, these trees still stood tall and proud. The newer trees were made out of a metallic, silver colored material. They stood out in stark contrast from the old trees like how white seems so much brighter in pitch