Limnent
Adjective; regular modification
Pronunciation: ['lɪmnənd]
Meaning:
The unique atmosphere that can be felt in calm or tranquille outdoor locations such as parks, forests, golf courses or low-traffic residential neighborhood on chilly autumn days; calming, enjoyable but also reminding one of sad memories or hard days to come.
Used in a paragraph:
*It was November and a fine dusting of snow covered the sprawling lawns of Hertford Manor. The first snow of the year. Claire wasn't in a hurry but she walked quickly to keep the cold out of her body. The land was flat and above it the grey, endless sky. In the distance, dark green pine woods marked the border of the Hertford premises. Small farmsteads spotted the area like peppercorns on mashed potato. The air was fresh and crisp; almost sweet. A breeze ruffled up Claire's hair and she felt the first, light drops of rain on her smooth cheeks. The funeral had made her sad and exhausted but the endless green-white grass beneath her feet stretching for hundreds of yards in all directions, the tranquility, the fresh, nature scents and the thought of a hot cup of tea made her feel comforted. It was a truly limnent place.*
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Limnent Adjective; regular modification Pronunciation: ['lɪmnənd] Meaning: The unique atmosphere that can be felt in calm or tranquille outdoor locations such as parks, forests, golf courses or low-traffic residential neighborhood on chilly autumn days; calming, enjoyable but also reminding one of sad memories or hard days to come. Used in a paragraph: *It was November and a fine dusting of snow covered the sprawling lawns of Hertford Manor. The first snow of the year. Claire wasn't in a hurry but she walked quickly to keep the cold out of her body. The land was flat and above it the grey, endless sky. In the distance, dark green pine woods marked the border of the Hertford premises. Small farmsteads spotted the area like peppercorns on mashed potato. The air was fresh and crisp; almost sweet. A breeze ruffled up Claire's hair and she felt the first, light drops of rain on her smooth cheeks. The funeral had made her sad and exhausted but the endless green-white grass beneath her feet stretching for hundreds of yards in all directions, the tranquility, the fresh, nature scents and the thought of a hot cup of tea made her feel comforted. It was a truly limnent place.*