Yeah, this is my literary working. I'm taking an english comp class and I'm just looking for some feedback guys. Anything constructive would greatly be appreciated. 
The Jetty...
The lights and sounds of <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City><st1:place>New Hope</st1:place></st1:City> are comforting in a way. I usually see much of the riverside communities of the <st1:State><st1:place>Delaware</st1:place></st1:State> as being uninviting and even somewhat treacherous at night. The very notion conjures up unsettling images and a sense of mystery for what lurks in the shadows. This particular place, however, is a diamond in the rough. It’s vivid lights and lively settings invite every walk of life. Even still, there was one evening I will remember the beauty of this town in a very alluring sense.
It was a chilly autumn night. The clouds had rolled across the night sky like a warm blanket. They made sure the celestial gods would not rear their brilliance. The air was graced by the humid and musty smells of the flowing river. The odor summoned up memories of a cold morning’s fog. The place I found myself was on a long and weathered concrete jetty on <st1:City><st1:place>New Hope</st1:place></st1:City>’s opposing shore. It stuck out like a long arm from the river bank to hold back the strong current. Dead trees lied scattered against the structure. Their strong roots were torn up and set adrift by violent rain storms. Their bare branches stuck up eerily against the night sky. The end of this jetty had become my vantage point.
The tip of this pier was a large semi-circle made of poured concrete. It’s rough edges were bordered by large granite blocks; they were packed together tightly with mortar bridging their joints. The rocks cast back a faint sparkle with each passing of my flash light’s beam. Dangling my feet over the edge, I looked off into the distant night sky. The thick lining of clouds reflected the street lights of <st1:City><st1:place>New Hope</st1:place></st1:City>. This gave a splendid aura that reached across the river valley and flooded the cold night with a warming glow.
I saw the majestic silhouette of the hills of Lambertville over my shoulder. The tree tops left the only hint of where the sky ended and the earth began. Down stream, I could see the river cascading over a sea of boulders. The soothing sound of flowing rapids filled my surroundings. This rhythmic song silenced crickets and owls that usually line the river’s edge. For this moment, their existence would simply be denied.
Gazing up stream, I could see a bulky metal bridge spanning the river. Its piers and deck were brightly lit by yellow orbs lining the steel trusses. The overpass reflected gracefully off the surface waters, waving and distorting with each change in current. Tires that droned along the bridge’s grated deck were also silenced by the river rapids.
Glancing towards <st1:City><st1:place>New Hope</st1:place></st1:City>, I could finally see a side of the town few had ever glimpsed. The river bank was lined with cobblestone and concrete walls, with brick buildings perched atop. The structures glowed brightly through their windows, almost like glimmering white stars. The street lights emanated proudly, outlining the building tops and lighting the riverside cafes. The rumble of cars and boisterous bar patrons were silent. The bustling streets of this art community had finally come to rest. The only voice spoken was that of the <st1:State><st1:place>Delaware</st1:place></st1:State>.
This autumn night was almost like a dream. Thoughts flowed through my head carelessly as the warm embrace of the atmosphere had settled upon me. Although it was cold and cloudy, my spirits were lifted high above the stress of life. The river current cast my senses adrift; the lights and sounds of this tranquil place almost seemed unreal.
The Jetty...
The lights and sounds of <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City><st1:place>New Hope</st1:place></st1:City> are comforting in a way. I usually see much of the riverside communities of the <st1:State><st1:place>Delaware</st1:place></st1:State> as being uninviting and even somewhat treacherous at night. The very notion conjures up unsettling images and a sense of mystery for what lurks in the shadows. This particular place, however, is a diamond in the rough. It’s vivid lights and lively settings invite every walk of life. Even still, there was one evening I will remember the beauty of this town in a very alluring sense.
It was a chilly autumn night. The clouds had rolled across the night sky like a warm blanket. They made sure the celestial gods would not rear their brilliance. The air was graced by the humid and musty smells of the flowing river. The odor summoned up memories of a cold morning’s fog. The place I found myself was on a long and weathered concrete jetty on <st1:City><st1:place>New Hope</st1:place></st1:City>’s opposing shore. It stuck out like a long arm from the river bank to hold back the strong current. Dead trees lied scattered against the structure. Their strong roots were torn up and set adrift by violent rain storms. Their bare branches stuck up eerily against the night sky. The end of this jetty had become my vantage point.
The tip of this pier was a large semi-circle made of poured concrete. It’s rough edges were bordered by large granite blocks; they were packed together tightly with mortar bridging their joints. The rocks cast back a faint sparkle with each passing of my flash light’s beam. Dangling my feet over the edge, I looked off into the distant night sky. The thick lining of clouds reflected the street lights of <st1:City><st1:place>New Hope</st1:place></st1:City>. This gave a splendid aura that reached across the river valley and flooded the cold night with a warming glow.
I saw the majestic silhouette of the hills of Lambertville over my shoulder. The tree tops left the only hint of where the sky ended and the earth began. Down stream, I could see the river cascading over a sea of boulders. The soothing sound of flowing rapids filled my surroundings. This rhythmic song silenced crickets and owls that usually line the river’s edge. For this moment, their existence would simply be denied.
Gazing up stream, I could see a bulky metal bridge spanning the river. Its piers and deck were brightly lit by yellow orbs lining the steel trusses. The overpass reflected gracefully off the surface waters, waving and distorting with each change in current. Tires that droned along the bridge’s grated deck were also silenced by the river rapids.
Glancing towards <st1:City><st1:place>New Hope</st1:place></st1:City>, I could finally see a side of the town few had ever glimpsed. The river bank was lined with cobblestone and concrete walls, with brick buildings perched atop. The structures glowed brightly through their windows, almost like glimmering white stars. The street lights emanated proudly, outlining the building tops and lighting the riverside cafes. The rumble of cars and boisterous bar patrons were silent. The bustling streets of this art community had finally come to rest. The only voice spoken was that of the <st1:State><st1:place>Delaware</st1:place></st1:State>.
This autumn night was almost like a dream. Thoughts flowed through my head carelessly as the warm embrace of the atmosphere had settled upon me. Although it was cold and cloudy, my spirits were lifted high above the stress of life. The river current cast my senses adrift; the lights and sounds of this tranquil place almost seemed unreal.
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