I sat comfortably on an oak bench on the pier that jutted out to the river. It was a beautiful day without a cloud in the sky, the sun shining brightly warming this perfect day. The river was quiet except for the sounds of the swift currents down stream. Fish leaped from the water wanting in on this perfect day. Kingfishers swiftly swept up fish to feed on, occasionally catching a fish in mid-air. Lily pads gently hovered over the water, leaving ripples in the water as they moved with the current. Frogs hopped from lily pad to lily pad, catching flies with their tongues for a pleasant snack. Tall willow trees left shadow patches along the bank of this magnificent river. In the shadows was a family of resting deer, getting away from the suns powerful rays.
Here I sat on this lovely pier admiring all the wonderful nature out here. This scene will soon be gone. There won't be any frogs snacking on flies. There won't be kingfishers feeding on fish. There won't be any lily pads gently hovering over the water. This river won't be flowing. When winter comes, the river will be still, frozen in time.
I really enjoyed this piece. The first paragraph uses strong visual detail to create that concrete scene, and place me there as the reader. Then, as you transition to the second paragraph, you tie it up with an observation about time, and the seasons. Very cool. Good writing is something people can plug in to, and relate to. This piece does that quite well.
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