Blog 9

I am sitting on a white cement bench that feels cold and hard. The wind is blowing furiously, howling through the branches of the trees. The leaves sway and send a chill through me. Winter is on its way. The smell of wood burning fills the air. It is dusk and the sky is slowly becoming black each minute that passes. Nothing that can be heard besides the wind and the thoughts in my mind. With each passing breeze, a new idea floats into my thoughts, the coldness, and my life.

The coy fish that are in the pond in the backyard had babies and we are going to keep them safe until they are big enough to go back into the pond. We crouched down around the pond, which has eight beautiful fish swimming in it. There are two that are smaller then the rest and are dark grey. Four of them are bright orange, one is a mixture of white, orange, and black, and the biggest one is completely white. We sit there silent looking for the baby fish, there are hidden between the rocks that surround the pond. These rocks are large and not sturdy they move as we crawl on them to get a better look into the water. The water filter is on which is making small ripples of waves. It makes it harder to see into the water and find the small fish that are the size of a peanut. We know they are there but are concealed to the naked eye.

I am looking at a picture I took when I went to the Everglades in Florida. It is the most magical picture. It was taken during dusk. The sky has so many layers of colors in it that you cannot distinguish when one begins and the other ends. The land and water are a dark black, they fade together. Above the sea and earth a symphony is created. From light blue, to purple, then a faint rose color then back to blue. A perfectly round, bright white moon hangs in the upper right-hand corner of the scene. In the distance, there is a figure of a man. His features indistinguishable, he is solid, only an outline of his frame is captured against the rainbow of colors in the sky.