The Long Walk :: essays research papers

Walking, there is no end in sight stranded on a narrow country bridle-path for all eternity. It is almost dark now. The clouds having moved in secretively. When did that happen? I am so far away from all that is familiar. The trees are groaning against the meanders fury when did the wind start blowing? Have I been paseo for so long that time hysterically slipped away The leaves are susurration about swirling through the air like discarded post-it notes smashing, slapping against the trees and blacktop, splat-snap. Where did the sun go? It gave the impression only an instant ago, or had it been longer that it was going to be a still and peaceful sunny day has panic from aridness and walking so long finally crept in? Waking up this morning, had I been warned of the impending day, the highs and lows that I would soon face, and the unexpected twist of indicate that awaited me, I would have stayed in bed.It was a sunny day. The leftovers of concluding weeks snowstorm still blanket ed most of the surrounding area. I decided, after straggling about the house for nearly two hours, lethargy slow creeping in, that I would go for a drive. I leaped in my trusty elder Maverick and roared away. The Maverick, which I bought in 1975, was dark blue, (my favorite color). It was a steal and only ten years past its prime. It was a good, trusted car and until today, I had not had any problems with it. This was a spontaneous form of getaway, so nothing was planned, no basket of food prepared, nor did I brighten any other preparations. Living in the urban center can be depressing so getting away from the concrete jungle for a a couple of(prenominal) hours was a welcomed escape. I have not lived in this city for very long, although I knew the names of the adjoining towns, there were a few that I did not know. However, being the adventurer that I am, I drove chisel off in a direction that I have neer been. I do not know why I did not think to look at the gas gauge befor e I left perhaps I was too preoccupied with the thought of fleeing that I did not care. After two and a half hours of Driving, on an old narrow country road, maneuvering the Maverick to its full potential I began to hotshot the problem with my car even before it actually happened.