There are many ways to think of angles in life. There is the geometric way, full of logic and proofs. Then there is the billiards angle, related to the geometric but much more full of booze and cigar smoke. Finally there is the angle and angle, the kind that causes you to jump the curb because you didn’t realize the angle was so sharp.
Marshall
I don’t know what you want. Your questions seem searching and I’m afraid that I’m failing the test. Always trying to know if this is concern or an evaluation. So, I’m fine.
the angles were sharp and precise, each side shimmering in the warm light. it gave off its own energy, each flash of colour lighting up the room in ways the sun never could. it represented joy, it represented love, but most of all, it represented hope.
There are many ways to think of angles in life. There is the geometric way, full of logic and proofs. Then there is the billiards angle, related to the geometric but much more full of booze and cigar smoke. Finally there is the angle and angle, the kind that causes you to jump the curb because you didn’t realize the angle was so sharp.
I don’t know what you want. Your questions seem searching and I’m afraid that I’m failing the test. Always trying to know if this is concern or an evaluation. So, I’m fine.
the angles were sharp and precise, each side shimmering in the warm light. it gave off its own energy, each flash of colour lighting up the room in ways the sun never could. it represented joy, it represented love, but most of all, it represented hope.
She hiked on the trail, slowly ascending to the peak.
There was a tiny lookout, paved with cement on the floor, and a simplistic shelter.
She leaned on the guardrails. And she let the entire cityscape enter her eyes. Not a bird-eye angle, but this view was gorgeous.