english journal 8 (1/08) the gunnery washington, connecticut

Clouds are dark…Clouds are dark and heavy from an earlier storm. Rain drops are still coming down, hitting mybody. Leaves are hanging with heaviness as the rain begins to pick up again. My paper is soggynow, my entries have been erased. The quad is filled with mist and lights from the dorms createa magical scene. Air is fresh and smells of mildew. Moon shines off in the distance, full.Lightning bugs play games with each other on the quad, flicker on, flicker off, over and over.Ground is damp and puddles are being eroded with earthworms. Mosquitoes are flying around;it’s that time of night. Figures cross from afar. Dorm lights flicker on and off, music still blasting.Echoing voices off in the distance. Laundry room is right next to me; fresh smell of polos beingwashed. We are at The Gunnery.Isabel Levy-NanceEnglish Journal 8 (January 2008) 6