It is one more morning, under the heavy covers that hug me as a long-time friend. But as soon as I get out of bed, my feet get tingly due to the floor’s temperature. I reach for the window, and for a second, I see palm trees, the sun, and an incandescent blue sky. The feeling of numbness in my nose makes me blink and right then I see the tones of yellow degrading into browns, a carpet that extends without limit inviting everyone to admire them for ours. Fishers, Indiana different but majestic.
As I leave, I pass through the kitchen, the sweet and warmth of freshly cooked corn makes my mouth water. In a millisecond, I am found in the car, my skin tenders as the warm breeze from the heater touches my skin, for a second, I feel laying on the beach under the blistering summer sun.
The author's voice expressed all the feelings necessary, as well as gave the reader a good sense of what happening and what the author was surrounded by.
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The author included the blog as a first person reading, and gave details of a personal experience.
The writer in this blog shares specific details pertaining to the senses. Not only that, but they find a way to use the details pertaining to the climate in Indiana. They express the setting and how it affects them, similar to the way the author of Lahore did.
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