Реферат: Condensation Trickled Essay Research Paper Condensation trickled
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Condensation Trickled Essay, Research Paper Condensation trickled down the cold, unfeeling glass ? a window to the cruel heartless winter that raged, untamed, beyond the safe confines of the classroom. Trees swayed as though losing the hopeless battle against Mother Nature?s cruellest force ? the wind. Despite such hopelessness, they fought on defiantly against the wind?s relentless battering. Somewhere in that gloomy world a bell rang, disturbing the once silent battle for life in the wilderness. Before leaving my contemplative fantasy, I turned and admired the tall, dark trees. Somehow I envied them because, despite their endless battle for life, their life, their purpose, was clear and simple with no question whatsoever.I moved down the corridor only semi-aware of what was going on around me. Some insignificant person tripped beside me and clattered to the floor but I was almost oblivious to it, as though it was far off in the distance, muted by my innermost musings. I was vaguely aware of the fact that I had now left the building. A deathly-cold gust of wind almost swept me off my feet as it hurried round the corner heartlessly intent on reaching its destination despite numerous obstacles, of which I was one, blocking its way. I awoke from my conscious dreams only momentarily before slipping back into the zombie-like state of mind that harboured my conscious fantasies. As I began my journey home I began to go through the possibilities of what awaited me. At the back of my mind was the glaring fact of what I was to find upon returning home but yet I still felt the need to weigh out the possibilities as though recounting them would change the odds. However, none of this stopped the truth scratching at the back of my mind eager to be let out into the open to devour all hope that was scattered throughout my depressed brain. I wandered aimlessly along the rain-rutted road intent on prolonging the journey and what awaited me at my final destination. Scorched-black ravens circled above me straight out of the depths of hell that was surely waiting around the next few corners ready to drown me in its hopelessness and ultimate despair. The song of the ravens was not of normal birds, that of happiness, which lifted one?s, heart, but a taunt, daring me to flee my destiny and cower away from what I inevitably had to face.????????? As if in a final attempt at convincing me that I should not go on, the heavens opened and emptied a gushing river onto my tired, weary back. The torrent flowed over me, penetrating my clothes and soaking me from head to toe with its disheartening liquid, overwhelming my every sense as I trudged on for what seemed like an age. Somehow the powers that be must have realized that I was not to be swayed in my purpose and gave up with a last crow from the ravens up above in the darkened sky. As they flew away to pester their next prey, a chill ran down my body and for the first time in a long time I felt truly alone.????????? Finally, I reached my destination only to find that, despite my fears being correct, it no longer seemed to be as important and disheartening now that I had faced it. The fact that I no longer had a home, nor anywhere to live, somehow lost the deep meaning that I pondered not fifteen minutes ago. Maybe it was shock or maybe I was just more thick-skinned than I led myself to believe. However, I had not yet seen my former home and as I rounded the corner my jaw dropped to the floor as I stared at what lay before me. Stagnant water covered everything within a radius of fifty metres, coating everything it encountered with its vile essence. Waves of hot putrid air rose from the cesspit that was my home and spiralled into the air penetrating every living thing within its reaches. I tried to get nearer to the building but it was a futile attempt. The filthy water was already way past my ankles and the boots on my feet would not hold out in the depths that surrounded the house like a moat as though protecting it from anyone who dared approach it.????????? I turned my back on the horrible sight; I could no longer stand to see what ruin my safe haven was now in. As I trudged up the road, drowning in my own sense of despair, I thought of what I owned in the house and what it had endured. Certainly, I would eventually have my house back but it would be months before the building could recover and return to full health. I spotted my parents among the small crowd that had gathered to quietly watch the efforts of other people to cross the small lake that blocked the road. We slumped into the car (the only thing that had survived the ordeal intact and retrievable) in weary silence and slowly drove to a nearby hotel in which we were doomed to live for the next week or so. The routine of checking into the hotel would usually have been exciting to me because I associated it with holidays. The rush of excitement over what the room would be like and what channels the TV came with were unfortunately lacking and my spirits failed to rise. Once again, I faltered on the edge of the pit of despair and then fell headlong into it, striking my head on a precipice and falling into a deep state of unconsciousness that failed to rid me of my feeling of self-pity. ????????? I awoke to the eerie sounds of the night and, as I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling unable to slip into blissful sleep once again, I thought about what was to come and how my life would proceed considering what had happened. Would it change a great deal or would it return to normal once the procedures to repair the damage were complete? Despite humouring myself by picturing what a newly remodelled house would be like, I could not help feeling despondent at the long process of rebuilding that lay in front of me. It would be many months before things would return to normality and people coming and going throughout the day would interrupt my once quiet life. The only thing that saved me from the dreaded insomnia, which I suffered when anything abnormal occurred, was the thought that despite the flood, my room, my safe haven from the perils of the outside world, was sure to remain intact. As I remembered this my spirits rose dramatically and I drifted off into reasonably untroubled sleep.(Number of words: 1073) |