I’m liking Nature

So I wanted to paint you a picture. Here goes:
You are out on your porch swinging to the rhythm of Sunday evening. You’re drinking iced cold lemonade that is sweating so much that it runs down your hand and onto your arm. The heat of the late afternoon sun lingering in your backyard. You smell the sweat pervading from your armpits. The sun set is hues of light Bahaman purple, fuchsia pink. It is resting on a soft sky blue. You take a sip of your drink, feeling the cold liquid run down inside of your throat. You watch as the maple tree’s first leaves fall from their branches. The bullfrogs are singing a song that only they know. This melody is low with few beat variations.

Now picture this:
You are sitting on the porch trying to read a book. You are drinking a glass of red wine as the sun sets in the beautiful way that it does. The semi-trucks in front of you rattle as they go by honking to pass each other.

Not as pretty, ehh?