what I did this summer

[quester68]

The silence of early morning was broken only by the crunch of stones under my new sneakers as I wandered around the already familiar paths of the camp that would be my home for three months. A light fog slid across the fields and streams, delighting in the secrets it kept hidden from prying eyes. The sun had awoken after I did and was just

Comments

[black_keys]

for having writers block, thats pretty good! Its all so true as well. Just for fun i wrote the same essay but yours is ten times better, nice job with that!

<3 Gillian

[notbeth89]

Wow. I've never seen a discription of that calabur of Syned School. Haha. I'm stupid. When you said "the mysterious violinist", I thought you meant Carlos. Haha.

[quester68]

dude, it was Kirkwood..and the mysterious violinist was Carlos..

[notbeth89]

I know about the Kirkwood thing....wow...Synid School couldn't be more different from Kirkwood....it was Carlos? Was he standing near you or something?

[quester68]

yes he was

[pretty_plain]

yea i thought of carlos when i read the mysterious violinist.
(i miss carlos!)
lovely essay, very peaceful.
~morgan