Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Descriptive Paragraphs in Bryant Park




The sun was shining and a slight breeze blew across the park. Wet leafs surrounding her from the sun shower that just past. A middle age Asian woman dressed a black mini dress with red stiletto heels, walks briskly to an empty dry table set in the Bryant Park. Her Long tan legs took giant steps while her long jet black hair blows in the wind. Her high cheek bones formed a smile as she sit. She took her book bag straps off her shoulders and slit them down her arms. While she opens her bag, her cell phone begins to ring. She answered with a shock expression and less than one minute she brisk walks out.

An olive skin woman maybe a lunch break, quickly seat on one of the available chair near the grassy green lawn in Bryant Park. Her brown suede bag with fringes rocked back and forth. She opened her white plastic bag and started to eat one bright red strawberry at a time. She looked so relaxed and happier with every bite she took. She would suck the juice off the strawberry and then take another bit. Her lips turned so glossy red once she was done. She uses a napkin out her brown bag and wiped her face. She looked at her watched and begins to walkout the park.
           
        A suspiciously light skin man dressed as if he worked in construction. He wore a lime green reflective safety vest, blue dirty denim jeans, black hood sweatshirt and tan timberland boots. He was very tall and muscular build. He walked past so many chairs but preferred to lean on the bricked fence overlook the green lawn. He had two magazines in his right hand and begins to read one. He seems not interested and flips through the pages quickly. He searches his vest pock and pulled out a business card. Closed his magazine and begin to wonder out the park.

        Four pigeons in Bryant Park walk around the flowery garden. One was all shades of grey and a beautiful splatters of purple on his neck.  He moved his neck up and down as they begin to eat the bread crumbs on the ground. He would quickly flap his wings to fly a little, to the next piece of bread. He land so lightly on his pink feet. Once he was done he flew away to north side of the park.