If you ride, think of a horse's gaits; walk, trot, canter, gallop.  If you're musical, use your toe or an imaginary baton to mark the tempo: adagio, andante, allegro, presto.  Think of an oncoming  train, the waves of the sea, wheels on a cobblestone street.

Patricia T. O'Connor

Pavilion was a simple city.
The boxer felt no compassion for his contender. 
The woman smiled upon her newborn great-grandson with pride. 
The cheetah stared at the gazelle, which would soon become his dinner.
And then, suddenly, in the very dead of the night, there came a sound to my ears.
I could smell Mama plumping my pillow, and the cool muslin pillowcase touched both my ears as the back of my head sank into all those feathers. 

Pavilion was a simple city, long and rectangular.               --- Alienist by Caleb Carr

The boxer, twisted and tormented, felt no compassion for his contender.

--- Chris Hloros

The woman, old and wrinkled, smiled upon her newborn great-grandson with pride.                                                                                       --- Stephanie Schwallie

The cheetah, tired and hungry, stared at the gazelle, which would soon become his dinner.

--- Zach Vesoulis

And then, suddenly, in the very dead of the night, there came a sound to my ears, clear, resonant, and unmistakable.

--- The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conon Doyle

I could smell Mama, crisp and starched, plumping my pillow, and the cool muslin pillowcase touched both my ears as the back of my head sank into all those feathers.                                               --- A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck