I watched as my green tea slowly steeped into the warm water surrounding it. The slow movement of color crept through the mug; it is a watercolor. The light green color filled the water, with splotches of deep green creating swirls in my painting.
The incline was steep. And so was the learning curve. Ice drifted downward, minute tourbillions rising in reverse towards a hard and inviolable sky, while all about red-jacketed spectres rose and bobbed and crawled towards unseen ends.
We’d been struggling up that slope for sixteen hours before we realised our error. Preparation was everything in our line of work, but that didn’t matter if you were making the wrong kind of preparations. The compass had been correct; our surveying as crisp as when we’d graduated. But none of us had thought to bring a Geiger counter.
El striptease de una oveja. Nadie se detiene a pensar en la vergüenza que puede sentir el animal al verse despojado de sus lanas que, curiosamente, después servirán para cubrirnos a nosotros.
the slope is long, arduous and slipping. my legs wander, scraping down the rock. at the bottom, something awaits…. it rests, but every crumbling rock creeps closer to waking the beast. Still, i creep on. Suddenly, a misstep. A slip….
“Its too steep” the Navigator shouted.
“Lets try low range” I said.
and before my navigator could react.. I approached the 50 degree incline and stopped, at the top!
as he climbed up the steep step, he stopped to think about the step that was steep. Reflected on how it was a perfect analogy on life, taking it one, steep step at a time.
Steep the tea in the hot water for a few seconds. Yes, you must do so, else the tea will not taste delicious. A good steeping process is the best way to allow people to drink yummy tea! And a good steeping process is also the way for people to learn and to grow – after all, they do say that patience is a virtue, and that good things come to those who wait! Without steeping, or patience and perseverance, positive things don’t happen.
An odd word to be sure. If one were to think of the last time he had heard the word “steep” surely it would take him quite a while. Perhaps, he would think, it had been in relation to a church or some such building. Though he wouldn’t rightly know.
Well, this is a process that I want to take into account, steep s the depth of life, steep is focus on something that I would enjoy doing, steep mean a speciality that I dive into.
My feet feel the strain with ascent. The world feels different at this gradient. It’s almost as if the world changes at this angle, even the sky looks different. Less a mass of fluff and sharper, more inhospitable. Air feels weak up here, it has to fight just as much as you do to reach the top. But when the summit hits you, it’s like nothing else in the world. Beauty is palpable.
The drop off was steep, all the way down, in fact. But Jongin looked straight down it, his heart thumping gently in his chest. He closed his eyes, unsure of what he was even doing there. Just then, he felt a hand softly grip his wrist.
“Jongin,” a voice next to his ear said, a voice that could only be labelled as Sehun. “Don’t.”
Jongin then let himself be pulled back into warm, easy safety.
The hill was steep and so it was a mountain in my sight metaphorically of cours. Thats how the say to look at your problems as mountains and well…I dont know if i want to clime this one its so intimidating .
“Tea?” She inquired.
He responded, “Yes, please.”
She then gathered the ground up tea leaves and the steeper.
“It’ll take around five minutes.” She said as she set the timer. The man curtly nodded. A comfortable silence filled the kitchen.
After a while the man grinned mischievously. He begun to step closer and then cornered the woman into the kitchen counter.
“Hmm… What can we do for five minutes?” The man questioned with raised eyebrows.
The woman smiled before pulling her own face closer to his. “I may have an idea or two.”
“Oh is that so?” He placed his hands outside of the woman’s body, trapping her inside his arms. He glanced at her lips and she inadvertently licked hers. The man ventured forward closer so that even the slightest movement would have their lips conjoined.
“Kiss me.” The woman whispered. The man stared hungrily at her lips and looked into her crystalline eyes. He was about to move when…
RING!
At the sudden noise, the couple jumped apart from one another. As a red blush crept upon the woman’s cheeks, she stumbled to turn the timer off. “I guess the tea’s done steeping.”
I see you people doing wonderful things with your lives, and all I can do is try to keep up as I run down the asphalt driveway, feet thumping, heart racing, lungs collapsing in one themselves, an amnesiac playing at being asthmatic.
By god. Hills are STEEP. Walking up a hill is like lung cancer for the legs. This makes no sense. Steep can also mean expensive. Many of the things I sell are STEEP. This has been very fun goodbye. :)
I am steeped in respect for learning. Not that I learn. And certainly not from my mistakes.
But for those who do learn, who have more than the respect for it, but the ability to do it, I respect them. Whenever someone says, “I never make the same mistake twice,” I am steeped in admiration for that person and wonder how they can possibly accomplish that. By now, I’m making my 570,000th mistake in certain situations, and never less than 150 mistakes in the situation in which I make my fewest mistakes. Which is spelling. I really resent Spell Check.
the steep steps headed stright for the roof. he wondered what he would do when we got to the top but just shrugged his shoulders and headed up. this is not going to be easy he thought as he pulled one leg up and then the other. oh boy.
Step after step, legs shaking, muscles cramping. I pause, wiping the sweat from my brow and stretching my arms above my head. Stairs loom in front of me, more than half way left.
The steep incline shoved into the earth, plummeting into a great abyss. She imagined a ravine running slick and fast along the bottom, stretching for miles.
Gwen looked down and felt herself shake, she had seen every superhero ever jump off of a steep building for apparently no reason at all, she was sure it was for looks. She was neither a super hero, or brave, so it lacked the appeal to her but she was always game for something new, after all, what did she have to lose?
Staying on top of things is a steep slope. You’re doing well with keeping up on your exercise or staying in touch with your friends, but you’re neglecting your chores, your activities…or it’s the other way around. it’s like you can never really win.
The mountain climber wipes her brow. Far from the top, still. Trudge onward, upward. Her foot slips. Scree tumbles below her boot, a hundred feet to the canyon edge. The trees have an advantage she does not: roots.
The hill was rocky and really hard to climb in sandals. “Come on, Jen!” Jen wiped the sweat from her eyes and looked up at her sister, her glorious, beatific sister who was laughing and climbing without fear. Without regard for her own personal safety, or anyone around her.
the journey of life is never an easy one. the path is a long one, and many times we feel like we cannot possibly go on. But that is not true. We were born for greatness, and so shall we receive.
The banks on either side of the creek at southeastway were steep and we used tree roots to help us climb. We made a game out of it for the kids: try to get to the top without using your hands.
“Never thought the climb would be this steep,” panted Quinoni, propping herself against a rock to steady herself. She reached for her flask of water, but Arvey already beat her to it, pulling it from Quinoni’s belt and unscrewing the cap.
“Thanks. Very kind of you.”
Arvey watched as the cold water slipped into Quinoni’s mouth. She reached for her hand, wanting to squeeze it so tightly that she would never be able to let go.
Steep into this paper as if the only way to fully become who you are is to be steeped into every word, every thought…down to the very last letter, and be free.
A learning curve is a parabola that feels like an endless uptick. It’s not enough to walk only until you get tired, all hills have an ass that is much kinder than it’s sharp face.
The learning curve is a steep one. Despite that, they expect you to learn quickly. They say that experience is the best teacher, but society today would rather get rid of the experience part and just get right to the part where the skills supposedly learned are already perfected and useful.
The learning curve had to be steep, she thought. The staff bent over the new instructions, and although this exercise should have been simple, they took a long time to figure out the problem. They were starting with the line of reasoning they always had applied. They should have used each of the past six months training courses to have gotten through the problem set. She sat down and sighed.
I watched as my green tea slowly steeped into the warm water surrounding it. The slow movement of color crept through the mug; it is a watercolor. The light green color filled the water, with splotches of deep green creating swirls in my painting.
The incline was steep. And so was the learning curve. Ice drifted downward, minute tourbillions rising in reverse towards a hard and inviolable sky, while all about red-jacketed spectres rose and bobbed and crawled towards unseen ends.
We’d been struggling up that slope for sixteen hours before we realised our error. Preparation was everything in our line of work, but that didn’t matter if you were making the wrong kind of preparations. The compass had been correct; our surveying as crisp as when we’d graduated. But none of us had thought to bring a Geiger counter.
steep
Beneath the hill
too steep to climb
without the light of stars
slept a giant
too large to see
without the dark of the sun
El striptease de una oveja. Nadie se detiene a pensar en la vergüenza que puede sentir el animal al verse despojado de sus lanas que, curiosamente, después servirán para cubrirnos a nosotros.
The car took the steep run , it skid through the road. But the child sitting in the car was not scared off, as if he was not affected by the danger
the slope is long, arduous and slipping. my legs wander, scraping down the rock. at the bottom, something awaits…. it rests, but every crumbling rock creeps closer to waking the beast. Still, i creep on. Suddenly, a misstep. A slip….
“Its too steep” the Navigator shouted.
“Lets try low range” I said.
and before my navigator could react.. I approached the 50 degree incline and stopped, at the top!
as he climbed up the steep step, he stopped to think about the step that was steep. Reflected on how it was a perfect analogy on life, taking it one, steep step at a time.
Steep the tea in the hot water for a few seconds. Yes, you must do so, else the tea will not taste delicious. A good steeping process is the best way to allow people to drink yummy tea! And a good steeping process is also the way for people to learn and to grow – after all, they do say that patience is a virtue, and that good things come to those who wait! Without steeping, or patience and perseverance, positive things don’t happen.
An odd word to be sure. If one were to think of the last time he had heard the word “steep” surely it would take him quite a while. Perhaps, he would think, it had been in relation to a church or some such building. Though he wouldn’t rightly know.
Well, this is a process that I want to take into account, steep s the depth of life, steep is focus on something that I would enjoy doing, steep mean a speciality that I dive into.
My feet feel the strain with ascent. The world feels different at this gradient. It’s almost as if the world changes at this angle, even the sky looks different. Less a mass of fluff and sharper, more inhospitable. Air feels weak up here, it has to fight just as much as you do to reach the top. But when the summit hits you, it’s like nothing else in the world. Beauty is palpable.
I puffed up the steep hill trying not to die
The drop off was steep, all the way down, in fact. But Jongin looked straight down it, his heart thumping gently in his chest. He closed his eyes, unsure of what he was even doing there. Just then, he felt a hand softly grip his wrist.
“Jongin,” a voice next to his ear said, a voice that could only be labelled as Sehun. “Don’t.”
Jongin then let himself be pulled back into warm, easy safety.
The hill was steep and so it was a mountain in my sight metaphorically of cours. Thats how the say to look at your problems as mountains and well…I dont know if i want to clime this one its so intimidating .
“Tea?” She inquired.
He responded, “Yes, please.”
She then gathered the ground up tea leaves and the steeper.
“It’ll take around five minutes.” She said as she set the timer. The man curtly nodded. A comfortable silence filled the kitchen.
After a while the man grinned mischievously. He begun to step closer and then cornered the woman into the kitchen counter.
“Hmm… What can we do for five minutes?” The man questioned with raised eyebrows.
The woman smiled before pulling her own face closer to his. “I may have an idea or two.”
“Oh is that so?” He placed his hands outside of the woman’s body, trapping her inside his arms. He glanced at her lips and she inadvertently licked hers. The man ventured forward closer so that even the slightest movement would have their lips conjoined.
“Kiss me.” The woman whispered. The man stared hungrily at her lips and looked into her crystalline eyes. He was about to move when…
RING!
At the sudden noise, the couple jumped apart from one another. As a red blush crept upon the woman’s cheeks, she stumbled to turn the timer off. “I guess the tea’s done steeping.”
I see you people doing wonderful things with your lives, and all I can do is try to keep up as I run down the asphalt driveway, feet thumping, heart racing, lungs collapsing in one themselves, an amnesiac playing at being asthmatic.
By god. Hills are STEEP. Walking up a hill is like lung cancer for the legs. This makes no sense. Steep can also mean expensive. Many of the things I sell are STEEP. This has been very fun goodbye. :)
She pushed the teabag own with the end of her spoon and let it pop back up.
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“Smells good,” Sonja said.
“Mm.”
“Lavender?”
“Mhmm.”
“It doesn’t have to be now, but you know we are going to have to talk about the letter eventually.”
I am steeped in respect for learning. Not that I learn. And certainly not from my mistakes.
But for those who do learn, who have more than the respect for it, but the ability to do it, I respect them. Whenever someone says, “I never make the same mistake twice,” I am steeped in admiration for that person and wonder how they can possibly accomplish that. By now, I’m making my 570,000th mistake in certain situations, and never less than 150 mistakes in the situation in which I make my fewest mistakes. Which is spelling. I really resent Spell Check.
the steep steps headed stright for the roof. he wondered what he would do when we got to the top but just shrugged his shoulders and headed up. this is not going to be easy he thought as he pulled one leg up and then the other. oh boy.
Step after step, legs shaking, muscles cramping. I pause, wiping the sweat from my brow and stretching my arms above my head. Stairs loom in front of me, more than half way left.
The steep incline shoved into the earth, plummeting into a great abyss. She imagined a ravine running slick and fast along the bottom, stretching for miles.
Gwen looked down and felt herself shake, she had seen every superhero ever jump off of a steep building for apparently no reason at all, she was sure it was for looks. She was neither a super hero, or brave, so it lacked the appeal to her but she was always game for something new, after all, what did she have to lose?
Staying on top of things is a steep slope. You’re doing well with keeping up on your exercise or staying in touch with your friends, but you’re neglecting your chores, your activities…or it’s the other way around. it’s like you can never really win.
The mountain climber wipes her brow. Far from the top, still. Trudge onward, upward. Her foot slips. Scree tumbles below her boot, a hundred feet to the canyon edge. The trees have an advantage she does not: roots.
The hill was rocky and really hard to climb in sandals. “Come on, Jen!” Jen wiped the sweat from her eyes and looked up at her sister, her glorious, beatific sister who was laughing and climbing without fear. Without regard for her own personal safety, or anyone around her.
Hard to climb.
Difficult to do.
Tea in the boiling water.
Walking or running uphill.
the journey of life is never an easy one. the path is a long one, and many times we feel like we cannot possibly go on. But that is not true. We were born for greatness, and so shall we receive.
Up and down, it was the damn same. If you hang on, in the end you just now you can’t be full, whatever, it’s full of red.
a/n: this one is kinda.. out of it; and definitely about two completely separate people at once (can you find it?)
The banks on either side of the creek at southeastway were steep and we used tree roots to help us climb. We made a game out of it for the kids: try to get to the top without using your hands.
“Never thought the climb would be this steep,” panted Quinoni, propping herself against a rock to steady herself. She reached for her flask of water, but Arvey already beat her to it, pulling it from Quinoni’s belt and unscrewing the cap.
“Thanks. Very kind of you.”
Arvey watched as the cold water slipped into Quinoni’s mouth. She reached for her hand, wanting to squeeze it so tightly that she would never be able to let go.
Steep into this paper as if the only way to fully become who you are is to be steeped into every word, every thought…down to the very last letter, and be free.
A learning curve is a parabola that feels like an endless uptick. It’s not enough to walk only until you get tired, all hills have an ass that is much kinder than it’s sharp face.
Tea, infused with flavor, but locked and stored until released, until steeped. Life, waiting to be steeped.
The learning curve is a steep one. Despite that, they expect you to learn quickly. They say that experience is the best teacher, but society today would rather get rid of the experience part and just get right to the part where the skills supposedly learned are already perfected and useful.
The learning curve had to be steep, she thought. The staff bent over the new instructions, and although this exercise should have been simple, they took a long time to figure out the problem. They were starting with the line of reasoning they always had applied. They should have used each of the past six months training courses to have gotten through the problem set. She sat down and sighed.
I can see others steep. Steep is where you find yourself after losing control, losing a job or losing a close friend.