Whoa nelly, it's been a long time since I've posted anything on here. I guess there just hasn't been a whole lot of time for writing recently after an early spring full of family stuff followed by a maxed-out late spring. So now, as things have wound down a bit, I have finally composed the following which is a brief, incomplete description of the city which I live near, and I wrote it while flying above my city in an airplane on my way to see my best friends. So, without further ado: The City.
They lived in a carved-out forest, clusters of evergreens and concrete buildings rising up from the ground as they each pushed to claim the majority of land. The City's atmosphere was secure and comfortable, if not fairly mundane. Despite a few curious locations and the ever-present panoramic views of the Mountain, valley and hills, the area remained, as it had always been, a collection of knolls, woods and city blocks, criss-crossed by bridge-spanned rivers and protected by an almost permanent, though often cracked, cloud cover.
Nearly all of the city's residents, providing that they had lived there long enough to become accustomed to the weather, could, for the most part, really take or leave the cool, damp climate they were forced to embrace day after day. Some, however, found the grey, rainy skies quite unbearable, indeed, and could usually only be found in a cheerful humour on the few cloudless, sunny days they were privileged to experience in any given year. Still fewer thoroughly enoyed living out their lives driving in early-morning fog, and slogging through mudpuddles in calf-high wellies like some two-legged, advanced evolution of a newt.
