Once again, another metaphor.
Get home from school. Sit around the house. Bored. Take a walk to my usual place, the lake. Quite. I only hear the leafs shaking, my feet on the gravel, the wind gushing by my ears, cars in the far distance. Even my thoughts are cooled and quite for once. I get to the lake. The usual staring from the picnic table into the dark lake water and little ripple waves.
My dad calls. Walking back. Everything is loud. The planes over head, the crunch of the gravel, that much louder. The thoughts in my head rushing around in circles. Dogs barking, the wind seems angrier. My heart beating faster.



Do you see the metaphor like I do?