Exhaust engines and the sound of balls being dribbled greeted our ears even before we reach our chosen place. When the sounds combine, they sound like a couple quarelling. You feel like eavesdropping to their 'conversation', but at the sane time, you cannot help feeling annoyed.
We can smell the exhaust fumes which stinks and poisons us. However, it was later replaced by the refreshing smell of green grass as we approached the chosen place.
Upon reaching our chosen place, we saw orange balls bouncing up and down just like the rhythmic thumping of a person's heart. We can taste the joy and happiness in the air of people playing their favourite sport.
The place is dotted with red benches that let us rest on it when we are tired, like the shoulder of your best friend. As we settled ourselves on the bench, we can feel the morning breeze through our wide opened hands, tickling our fingers...
Jolene.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
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