English Exercise 1...not really

1. Exercise number two.

I first had to modify the exercise from “in the darkness” to “while in a blindfold”. The architect went window crazy on my house, so all of the living spaces are at least mildly lit, even in the dead of night. I say living spaces, because the closets don’t have windows; but dealing with the C.H.U.D.s is more of a hassle then its worth. So, thusly blinded, I take a sip of Sam’s choice cola. Its' sickly sweet smell pervades my senses, nearly overpowering the taste. After years of imbibing this noxious yet economical brew, my taste buds must be burned out because all I taste is a slight sugary flavor mixed in with what feels like cold spring water. The spring quality is probably created by the carbon dioxide bubbles, or it might just be a result of manufacturing process. Then again I might just be crazy...

2. Exercise number one

Relaxed and calm, I lose touch with reality and slip blissfully in to a world of the mind. Curiously, it looks like one of those famous landscape paintings. It’s like a Currier and Ives print, but not exactly. It starts off with a cool breeze, a pretty strong one. Then the sound of blowing leaves. Then I’m there, the cold scent of mountain air is everywhere in this place. The sky is so blue that it hurts to look at it. The land is a verdant green. And even though this world is devoid of a sun, the light is omnipresent. I find that I’m underneath a large maple on top of a sloping hill. The land gently curves down to a lake the color of steel before rising sharply in to a lone snow capped mountain who’s rocky slopes match the color of the lake.

P.S. Is this enough touchy feely shit? I could kick it up a few, but the amount of sugery bullshit is making my teeth hurt.