The Beginning of Victory :: Example Personal Narratives

The Beginning of Victory As the music seeps finished the circularise of the dark basement theater, my fingers begin to slide up the neck of my guitar. instinct starts to take over. The notes period of time by means of my veins, swim up the cables, and are flung into the field of energy that has formed around the sm each(prenominal) theater. The spotlight falls onto the unopen eyelids of the audience as their steps coincide with the rhythmic beat of the improvisation. My top dog slips away from the scene. The freshly fallen beguile clings to the limbs of the evergreen trees, forming a canopy over the path that winds its way up the mountainside behind my home. This is where I go when I need to think. As I hike up the narrow trail, I find solitude in nature. There are no houses to fill my view. There are no super- passs cutting through the middle of the path. Most of all, there are no people. A family of cervid freezes to look at me in search of a place where the snow has not covered the grass. Further up the trail I distributor point to watch as two black squirrels chase each other up and around the skeleton of an aspen tree. Through a hole in the canopy the sun glistens off the snow and warms me. As I infract out of the trees, I look up and see the sun perched solo in the sky with not one cloud to hide behind. The dress circle begins to slow the music and the rambunctious dancing turns to hypnotic swaying. A calm, around mesmerizing jazz progression takes form, and with a slower, more sensuous touch perception my body takes command of my instrument once more. I start to project away again, but this time a different scene surfaces. I take my usual seat on the rock outcropping that overlooks all of Eastern Colorado and take a very deep breath. As I look upon the city, I see the tops of the skyscrapers poking through the brown cloud of pollution. The entire valley is enveloped in this smog. To the South, where the clouds begin to dissipate , highways and houses flow over the land that animals and vegetation once inhabited. Urban sprawl is alternate nature. Even from this point high above the city, the sounds of cars roaring along the highway are intertwined with the magpies call and blue-jays song.