The table is covered with pine needles and its brown paint is peeling off. Dead oak leaves blow across the ground, and I put up my hood against the cold fall wind. As I walk farther towards the point the rustling sound of the leaves is broken by some hotshot squealing his tires. Two squirrels make a racket next to the bluish dumpster that omits a sour, fishy odor that stings my nostrils. A fisherman hunkers down against the wind in his red and gray Lund boat as he motors by.
Darkness falls, and ducks cast eerie shadows on the water as they stretch their wings.
Humming streetlights light the way home and cast shadows into the unknown void beyond my sight. Both of the above paragraphs describe the same place, as I saw it. However, the way the place is described is very different. Both of them contain things that are really there, or that really happened. Though I didn't lie about what I saw, it doesn't make my paragraph accurate, as you can tell by the differences between paragraphs.