Warm and sticky, the air is thick.
The sun sits high in the sky,
looming over the green grass below.
Deep bodies of water that team with life glisten and gleam like beacons of light.
Soon, the light dims.
The bright blues become baby pinks.
Different hues dance in the sky.
Orange with yellow, then purple with black.
The tie dye soon fades.
Why can’t it stay?
It fades so fast, until only deep black remains.
The sky grows still.
Freckles of light, printed on the face of the night shine through.
Constellations contort into shapes of silver spoons.
Wispy clouds blow by the moon, taking place of the sun.
The air is now cool, and winds grow strong.
No more heat, no more light.
A new face with equal traits.
One with much more than just black.
English 110 Spring 2020 10:10-11:00 
Your imagery painted a really beautiful picture. I like how you described the sunset all the way to the moon taking the sun’s place in the sky and even the sky at night, post-sunset. The way you described all the changes that were associated with the sun setting and the moon taking it’s place flowed well and you described every possible aspect I could think of, from the colors of the sky changing to the constellations becoming visible.
-Madison Gac
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Wow, I didn’t even need to see the picture to grasp the beauty of the scene you described. With each new line I could see the image in my head adjust, as if I were watching a movie. It’s crazy how the first line, “Warm and sticky, the air is thick,” brought a wave of nostalgia as I remembered the feeling of the air on a warm summer night. I thought it was really clever when you describe the night sky as “freckles of light, printed on the face of the night” because it leads you to thinking about the man in the moon, another iconic image. This is great work, Tess. Good job.
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– Ellie Pellecchia
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