This assignment was designed to challenge us to write concise, descriptive content.
The taste of your favorite fruit
The bitter sweetness of oranges fills your mouth. It is an energetic flavor. Depending on the ripeness you will taste anything from a tangy citrus flavor to a sweet juice. With just one bite you can taste a mix of both, like you find when eating a Sweet Tart candy. Your mouth is watering for more. For me, the flavor is the nectar of the gods, a gift from Mother Nature herself. You can taste the acid in your mouth after eating a slice. The flavor of oranges is something that you can taste hours after eating one. It sticks around on the walls of your mouth. Drinking a glass of orange juice gives you something that water cannot. The flavor brings you to the beach. It makes you think of a sunny day in Florida. The sweetness of the juice takes you to Saturday morning breakfast with your whole family. It reminds you of happy times. The vitamin-rich, tropical flavor brings you to an island and instantly calms you down. Picking a vine ripened orange, peeling it open and taking a bite is like no other experience. The juice exploding in your mouth tastes like nothing tasted before. (200)
The smell of an old church
Upon entering an old church the smell is overwhelming. A faint scent of incense from decades past and burning candlewicks fill the air. Walking over to the candles, you smell melted wax and burnt matches. Church smells like money. It smells like old coins and wrinkled dollar bills. When sitting in the pews the smell of old books and paper is evident. It smells like a library. Dust has settled over years in the carpet and seat cushions. It has settled in the pages of the hymnals. The perfumes of parishioners sit in the seats. Their detergent and hairspray accompany them. On the altar the clean smell of linens fill the air. The wheat-y scent of the host and the alcoholic grape scent of the wine are hard to miss. Flowers, alive and dead, give an aroma like a garden. Paint and plaster from work being done to restore the church are prominent on the altar. Work always seems to be getting done. Sometimes there is the scent of metal from the scaffolding. In the rooms behind the altar you can smell laundry and lunch. The carpet there smells old and dusty after years of being walked on. (200)
The feel of freshly baked bread
The initial warmth of freshly baked bread is comforting. Warmth is relaxing and calming. There is a delicate softness felt when squeezing the loaf for the first time and feeling it release again like a stress ball. The crust is waxy, flakey and crispy. The warmth feels good against my cheek. It reminds me of my childhood, baking bread with my mother. When cooling off, the crunch from being toasted becomes more and more evident. Breaking the bread feels like pulling apart silly putty. The crackling crust yields to a stretchy middle. The inside of the bread feels like a fluffy cloud. It feels like cotton candy without the stickiness. It is soft and spongy. Taking the first bite you feel the warmth in your mouth. You feel your teeth crunching through the crust. You feel your mouth watering, asking for more. There are different levels of sponginess and crunchiness depending on the type of bread. Some are easily molded and shaped while others will fall apart in your hands when handled. The crumbs feel like pebbles on the beach. The flakey pieces of crust are like pencil shavings falling from the sharpener. They feel smooth but will crack easily. (200)
The sound of a single instrument within a symphony concert
Before the first instrument within a symphony concert begins to play, silence fills the air. That first note sounds so perfect and delicate to the ear. When the other instruments begin to play it becomes harder to single out that single instrument. You need to close your eyes and really focus on the notes from that one instrument. It weaves its song in and out of the songs of the other instruments. It gets louder at times and softer at others. The strings of the violin, if played correctly, have such a fluid sound like flowing water. The musician makes no mistakes so the sound is perfect. As the song develops, the musician becomes more involved and the sound from the violin becomes more evident. The tone is syrupy and robust. It is so easy to get lost while listening. As the song speeds up the tone becomes friendly and fruity. The sounds of a violin are mesmerizing. All instruments become silent except the violin section. In a pack, they sound fierce. The sound reminds you of an old black and white film, of men in suits and women in gowns dancing. The sound is like comfort. It is beautiful. (200)
The view from your favorite people watching spot
Sitting in the cafeteria on Spring Hill College’s campus is a great place to watch people. Sitting at a table, you see people enter from all four directions looking for a familiar face, looking for a comfortable place to sit. You see people walk down the main aisle up to Juanita to scan their card. They walk around from station to station trying to figure out what they want to eat for breakfast, lunch or dinner. In the morning everyone has sleepy faces and heads straight for the coffee and tea. The line for the omelets always seems to be the longest. At lunch people become so indecisive. They wait in line to have a home cooked meal or a sandwich. They settle for cereal. Pizza always serves as a back up for everyone. At dinner it is more of the same stuff. Throughout the day you see people get livelier. The caf is a common place on campus where you can see people of all kinds. Having exciting conversations with their friends. There are meetings taking place over a meal. People are sitting and catching up on homework before class; a table of twenty are all talking at once. (200)
The taste of your favorite fruit
The bitter sweetness of oranges fills your mouth. It is an energetic flavor. Depending on the ripeness you will taste anything from a tangy citrus flavor to a sweet juice. With just one bite you can taste a mix of both, like you find when eating a Sweet Tart candy. Your mouth is watering for more. For me, the flavor is the nectar of the gods, a gift from Mother Nature herself. You can taste the acid in your mouth after eating a slice. The flavor of oranges is something that you can taste hours after eating one. It sticks around on the walls of your mouth. Drinking a glass of orange juice gives you something that water cannot. The flavor brings you to the beach. It makes you think of a sunny day in Florida. The sweetness of the juice takes you to Saturday morning breakfast with your whole family. It reminds you of happy times. The vitamin-rich, tropical flavor brings you to an island and instantly calms you down. Picking a vine ripened orange, peeling it open and taking a bite is like no other experience. The juice exploding in your mouth tastes like nothing tasted before. (200)
The smell of an old church
Upon entering an old church the smell is overwhelming. A faint scent of incense from decades past and burning candlewicks fill the air. Walking over to the candles, you smell melted wax and burnt matches. Church smells like money. It smells like old coins and wrinkled dollar bills. When sitting in the pews the smell of old books and paper is evident. It smells like a library. Dust has settled over years in the carpet and seat cushions. It has settled in the pages of the hymnals. The perfumes of parishioners sit in the seats. Their detergent and hairspray accompany them. On the altar the clean smell of linens fill the air. The wheat-y scent of the host and the alcoholic grape scent of the wine are hard to miss. Flowers, alive and dead, give an aroma like a garden. Paint and plaster from work being done to restore the church are prominent on the altar. Work always seems to be getting done. Sometimes there is the scent of metal from the scaffolding. In the rooms behind the altar you can smell laundry and lunch. The carpet there smells old and dusty after years of being walked on. (200)
The feel of freshly baked bread
The initial warmth of freshly baked bread is comforting. Warmth is relaxing and calming. There is a delicate softness felt when squeezing the loaf for the first time and feeling it release again like a stress ball. The crust is waxy, flakey and crispy. The warmth feels good against my cheek. It reminds me of my childhood, baking bread with my mother. When cooling off, the crunch from being toasted becomes more and more evident. Breaking the bread feels like pulling apart silly putty. The crackling crust yields to a stretchy middle. The inside of the bread feels like a fluffy cloud. It feels like cotton candy without the stickiness. It is soft and spongy. Taking the first bite you feel the warmth in your mouth. You feel your teeth crunching through the crust. You feel your mouth watering, asking for more. There are different levels of sponginess and crunchiness depending on the type of bread. Some are easily molded and shaped while others will fall apart in your hands when handled. The crumbs feel like pebbles on the beach. The flakey pieces of crust are like pencil shavings falling from the sharpener. They feel smooth but will crack easily. (200)
The sound of a single instrument within a symphony concert
Before the first instrument within a symphony concert begins to play, silence fills the air. That first note sounds so perfect and delicate to the ear. When the other instruments begin to play it becomes harder to single out that single instrument. You need to close your eyes and really focus on the notes from that one instrument. It weaves its song in and out of the songs of the other instruments. It gets louder at times and softer at others. The strings of the violin, if played correctly, have such a fluid sound like flowing water. The musician makes no mistakes so the sound is perfect. As the song develops, the musician becomes more involved and the sound from the violin becomes more evident. The tone is syrupy and robust. It is so easy to get lost while listening. As the song speeds up the tone becomes friendly and fruity. The sounds of a violin are mesmerizing. All instruments become silent except the violin section. In a pack, they sound fierce. The sound reminds you of an old black and white film, of men in suits and women in gowns dancing. The sound is like comfort. It is beautiful. (200)
The view from your favorite people watching spot
Sitting in the cafeteria on Spring Hill College’s campus is a great place to watch people. Sitting at a table, you see people enter from all four directions looking for a familiar face, looking for a comfortable place to sit. You see people walk down the main aisle up to Juanita to scan their card. They walk around from station to station trying to figure out what they want to eat for breakfast, lunch or dinner. In the morning everyone has sleepy faces and heads straight for the coffee and tea. The line for the omelets always seems to be the longest. At lunch people become so indecisive. They wait in line to have a home cooked meal or a sandwich. They settle for cereal. Pizza always serves as a back up for everyone. At dinner it is more of the same stuff. Throughout the day you see people get livelier. The caf is a common place on campus where you can see people of all kinds. Having exciting conversations with their friends. There are meetings taking place over a meal. People are sitting and catching up on homework before class; a table of twenty are all talking at once. (200)