Post by Carl Fredricksen on Jun 7, 2009 23:12:24 GMT -8
It was a gorgeous day; the sun was bright and illuminated the jovial land below. It was a clear day, and the white, fluffy clouds that were in the sky avoided obscuring the sun. It was warm, but there was still a gentle breeze to avoid unbearable heat. Succinctly, it was a wonderful day to be outside.
It was also on this day that a dirigible arrived. It approached a clearing just outside of a town, and descended until the occupants could step onto the ground.
The first to set foot on the ground was an old man in his late seventies, although the vim and curiosity in his eyes suggested that he could last another ten or so years. He wore a white buttoned shirt, brown pants with belt, leather shoes, and a brown overcoat. Resting on his bulbous nose were rectangular spectacles with thick, black rims, and on the top of his head were an aviator cap and goggles. If one looked closely at his right hand, one could notice a gold wedding ring on his ring finger. Despite this man's age, he had a full head of white hair (although this wasn't really noticeable when he wore the aviator cap).
A pleasant smile was fixed on the old man's face, and he looked around after he stepped out of the dirigible. "Quite a sight, huh?" he asked aloud, as if he expected someone to be by his side. "Never been here before." He skimmed his bespectacled eyes along the horizon, though the village was definitely the most enticing landmark here.
It was also on this day that a dirigible arrived. It approached a clearing just outside of a town, and descended until the occupants could step onto the ground.
The first to set foot on the ground was an old man in his late seventies, although the vim and curiosity in his eyes suggested that he could last another ten or so years. He wore a white buttoned shirt, brown pants with belt, leather shoes, and a brown overcoat. Resting on his bulbous nose were rectangular spectacles with thick, black rims, and on the top of his head were an aviator cap and goggles. If one looked closely at his right hand, one could notice a gold wedding ring on his ring finger. Despite this man's age, he had a full head of white hair (although this wasn't really noticeable when he wore the aviator cap).
A pleasant smile was fixed on the old man's face, and he looked around after he stepped out of the dirigible. "Quite a sight, huh?" he asked aloud, as if he expected someone to be by his side. "Never been here before." He skimmed his bespectacled eyes along the horizon, though the village was definitely the most enticing landmark here.
