ENG 101
25 Aug. 2013 Breathing. I’m breathing. In...and out. Slowly...so slowly. I want to savor this experience, this moment. I want to take in as much as I can. With every breath I inhale the spicy, intoxicating perfume of the red dianthus flowers that are growing nearby. Along with the dianthuses is the scent of paper. Not the newer, more common type of paper we use today, but the kind that was used in older years. Parchment. Yes, that’s what it is, parchment. There’s an inky odor coming from my inkwell that is placed strategically so, at the upper, right-hand corner of the paper. It is in easy reach of my dominant hand and doubles as a paperweight. Holding the paper in place, the inkwell protects the creamy whites pages from a gentle breeze that would otherwise threaten to carry them away. The breeze, no longer acting as a threat, brings with it the wondrously citric fragrance of the orange grove a few dozen yards in front of me. I love that orange grove. Several memories arise just from the mere sight of it. Apart from that, it is beautiful. Truly beautiful. The size isn’t too terribly impressive, but the blossoms are many in count and the fruit produced by these blossoms are impossibly large. They’re sweet, too. Incredibly sweet. To the left of the orange grove is a fairly medium-sized maze. I have only ever been in this maze once for the reason that it’s is nearly impossible to escape. The trick, such as with all mazes, is to keep your hand in contact with the right side of the maze. However, the time it takes to find the exit, even whilst performing the hand trick, is impressively long. The time it took me, from entrance to exit, was close to two hours. It is beautiful though. The entirety of the maze contains four marble statues, two multi-tiered fountains, a countless number of flower and tree types, as well as a large gazebo in the very center of everything. Now, the marble statues are an amazingly curious site. There is one located within each quadrant of the maze. Each statue depicts a different season of the year. Take the fall statue, for example. The fall statue consist of a large tree, delicately crafted out of different colors of marble. The bark of the tree is an ashy-gray color. This decision was made so that the eye could focus on the main aspect of the statue, the leaves. The leaves are an extraordinary site. Shades of reds, greens, yellows, and orange cover the tree. To the observant one, faint shades of blue, purple, and brown can be seen hidden among the more shaded regions. This tree was so skillfully crafted that, when the wind blows and the sun hits it just right, the leaves seem to shift and stir as if the tree were a live one. Some people will even swear that they can even hear the rustling of leaves. At the base of the tree are large piles of these similarly crafted leaves. These, however, do not shift or stir. They were crafted into large piles that look so life-like and inviting, it’s almost impossible to resist the urge to jump in them. The other statues are ones of similar trees but of different colors. Winter’s tree is bare, but it has swollen swells of snow covering the base of the trunk. Its color is a glittering silvery-gray and the snow a beautiful, glistening white. Summer’s tree trunk color is close to that of winter’s. However, summer’s color is a bit browner. The