An experience in a place

 The table clock on my desk is passing at half past eleven. Through the window, there is midnight blue sky. Completing lab report until tomorrow puts me under tough stress and it smashes my lung cruelly. Countless words are wandering weightlessly in my head like planets that run about in confusion in the empty inky space. Using gravity, I want to drag the words down but it does not work. Words are holding out stubbornly and playing at a tug of war forcibly with my dim judgement. As time goes by, now both of the hour hand and minute hand meet together and they stand upright. My heart almost runs riot facing at outside of the Earth and my concentration makes a flat sound with a whoosh. The words feel like that wandering the space seem to drawn into a black hole so still finding the way to get out of the Andromeda. Finally, as finishing the lab report, all the words stop wandering and they go back to their place again.

The transition description

 
 The sun goes down and darkness fall. At dusk time, the color or the sky is lavender like cotton candy but for now midnight blue tent cover the world. Because of night breeze, the tent starts to wave with a flutter. On the tent, the shining shimmering and sharp holes like shattered biscuits are numberless as the sand. On the left side, there is the bridge as long as the Great Wall of China. Before the sunset on the bridge, street lamps do not go on, then it change to the bluish glow of the street lamp that looks like the vague moonlight. It does not have any fountains or illuminations. Before long, the fountains on the bridge are dancing with swing its arms, and it twinkles as much as sunlight. In addition, the fountains are rainbow also its color represents affirmation and hope. There are many buildings looked blue opposite the river, and it is totally changed the mood by lights on. The lights for the buildings and towers look like stars are staring at me.

A place (from an outsider's perspective) description

 This is the place of my last high school 'Young Dong Ill High School' in South Korea.

 In front of the high school, there are bare branches of the trees and bushes like hedgehogs. They all do not get dressed, so they look cold. At a distance, the placard, which said 'Celebrate Entrance to Young Dong Ill High School' flaps flutter in the wind. Beyond the fleecy blanket of fallen leaves, the rainbow- colored bicycles are waiting for students. Behind the bicycles, there is brick-red main building, which has windows with wide white frame. Between the two of brick-red buildings, ivory main entrance that huge as Grand Canyon and looks like the temples at Greek Rome is standing. Top of the every four columns, there are elaborate and delicate sculpture.  The school logo is above the glimmering name of the school. The logo represents courage and wisdom. Inside the columns, there is the entrance. The entrance is a period. On the last day of school, as walking out of the entrance,  it was the ending of my high school life in Korea.