Journal Excerpt: 10 Feb. 2012
I like going to theatres because the smell of everyone’s perfumes and colognes mingle together like heavy clouds before a thunderstorm. Bits of undistinguishable conversations are heard - the pitter-patter of rain against my dorm room window. A heavy velvet curtain parts, reminding me of thick canopies of leaves, dark green against the grey and cloudy sky. The ballet begins: graceful movements like swans gliding across smooth, glassy water. Orchestra strings croon softly as a gentle Spring breeze. The audience is still and quiet - a neighborhood of silence after an afternoon’s rainstorm.
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