Flashback to 2012

I used to, and still do when the weather is nice, this thing where I will sit on my roof outside my room and write. Though I only did this in the dark. I wouldn't write anything specific. I would just sit and write about my surroundings. The smells, the view, the weather, the sounds, the people, really everything that caught my attention. I thought I would share a couple of them. 

The first one I wrote on Sunday, November 25, 2012. 

The sky is dark, with a little light in it to the mid left. It is cold enough to see my breath and I hear sounds like gun shots but softer. The Christmas tree lights from my house, and ones near by make a welcoming sight. The world is still, no breeze, no rain, nothing bu the sound of sirens in the distance. Cars driving by a nearby busy road, and a is person pulling into a house down the street. I can see a well lit up street from here, and a white car pulling into the gravely driveway. As people exit the car, and lock it, it gives the neighborhood some life. A soft glow of the moon comes from strait above. As a loud truck and motorcycle roar by, the neighborhood becomes less lonely in the frigid dark night. 

I notice the grammar and such is not on point, but to me, it is not only the grammar that matters in writing. I also know this is not my best, but that is the best thing about creative writing, you can write however you choose. 

The second one I wrote a few days later on Thursday, November 9, 2012.

It is a pretty creepy night. The sound of wind chimes in the distance, leaves tumbling down the road, tree branches moving, and cars roaming by. It is windy and you can hear the wind traveling through the tops of the trees. As people arrive at a home nearby, and light their cigarettes, it gives the night an extra edge with their voices in the background. The street across from my window seems creepier and edgier than before. The lifeless road with spots of darkness and spots of light. Christmas lights contradict with the alley feeling neighborhood, being distributed as a car roles by. A soft light as if from a flashlight gives a sense of horror from the street down the way. Leaves sound like little kids running in the wind, airplanes fly by sounding like a a noise from a toy helicopter.