TASTE
FOR ADVENTURE
The
sunrise
was spectacular that day .The
vivid ruby and tangerine streaks
that so often caressed the blue brow
of the sky were
hidden behind the clouds . The
sunlight seemed to dance across the trees weaving tongues of fire on every
leaf. The hypnotic sway of the pines against the stark solidity of the solemn school
and building enchanted all the students to a piercing silence. Drowning in the
oceans of thought, I was brought back to reality by the resounding voice of our
teacher calling us to the bus. This was to be a trip that reawakened our taste
for adventure and seasoned our dull minds with a burst of flavor.
The
bus was a medley of pungent smells of years of sweat, accompanied by the tinge
of diesel wavering into the vehicle gave the air a rotten quality. The rust –encrusted
casements and aisles bestowed the interior with some antiquated appearance. As
more of my classmates clambered clumsily up the bus steps, the habitual clamor
of the form fives descended upon the bus. Soon the atmosphere was bombarded with
the throbbing sound of heavy hip hop music as the engine burst to life. The speakers
caused vibrations that shock everyone into an amiable mood. Our voices
intertwined in a harmonious distortion that unified the entire back row in
song. The familiar melodies created avenues for self expression either
through incessant tapping and
clapping or bouncing rhythmically as
the music boomed
the bus trundled onto the road with
all the ponderousness of a tank.
To
drain out the overwhelming high pitched sounds of a handful of girls and boys. Some
students resorted to jamming earphones into their ears. Inevitably, the energy levels
sank to an all time low that suffocated the initial tremulous sensation. the rocky road surface hurled the bus to and
fro and the landscape outside moved
along with it the land seemed to be
in constant motion as the bus
scuttled through interminable fields of corn
and grass . The open windows invited the rich aroma of earth into the vehicle.
The stifling humility was cooled by the sweeping breeze but our hearts remained
ablaze with passion and the prospect of adventure.
By
Donna Morara
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