Descriptive Essay

We woke up, got out of bed, got dressed, and left the house in a rush.  The time went by in a blur. It was June, and a cool morning on the mountain it was.  We left the house before the sun touched the trees across the street. I remember walking out of the house, closing the door behind me, and slowly walking down the stairs, feeling the cold morning air wrap around my skin.  The sky was blue, and there were no clouds in sight. The moon was still looking down on us, wondering when it was his turn to sleep. As we were getting into the car, the air is still cold. My sisters and I quickly put our seatbelts on and complain about the temperature.  We then begin our adventure, an adventure that we have taken time and time again. But this time, maybe there will be something new. As we drove out of our miniscule town, the houses were a blur, the trees were a blur, and the conversation in the car was a blur in my mind. The early morning drowsiness got to me. We begin to go downhill and had a visual sight of a different side of the little mountain.  A different perspective of the place we thought we knew so well. The trees went from pine green, to burnt black as we drove further and further down the mountain. The colour of the trees further down the mountain is a result of fire. A big fire. As we drove past all the damage the fire had done, we paid closer attention to the ground. Looking for something we did not know yet. We found new life. Little, beautiful, growing, green life,  and we were reminded that beautiful things do come out of the ash. 

Once we were off the mountain, we drove through Garner valley.  It’s beautiful, and dreamy. With gorgeous, lush, light green plants that were different from the plants on the mountain.    There were flowers that caught our eyes and beautiful birds flying all around. There were little streams of water that ran along the side of the road and give the plants reason to flourish.  The sun shone on the water and it sparkled like a million diamonds. As we progress further into the valley, my heart became happy and I felt at peace. The valley was alive. We came across a lake, a massive man made lake, and I imagined what it would be like to dive into the water that is glistening so beautifully with the sun shine.  There were cows behind the fences on the other side of the road. They stood out among the live plants, as went on with life, seemingly unaware of the beauty around them. They were quiet, and plump, eating away at the grass and hay on the ground. I saw a calf, and it instantly captured my attention and I studied it for the few seconds I had before it was out of sight.  It was young, and lively, somehow it looked happy and had light in its eyes. As we drove on, the trees begin to get taller, and I could only see the road in front of us. I imagined what it would be like to climb a tree, to get to the top and see the world from up there. Then my thoughts travel back to the valley, as we began to see the houses where people of that area resided. As we looked at the houses with admiration, we began to wonder what our lives would be like if we too, lived in those houses.

After we emerged from the valley, we headed into the rocky, dry, somewhat bland looking part of the descent, the desert.  This part of the journey seemed to last forever, as we drove past tan coloured rocks, with thirsty cacti embedded in the sand.  Nothing for miles except this thirsty rather barren land. It began to get hot. The windows went up, and the air con became needed. The atmosphere of the car changed as we could no longer smell the different scents of the outside world.  We looked for mountain goats, but our eyes got tired and our thoughts began to drift. We thought about the time, and as we did, it went by seemingly quicker and quicker, until it didn’t. We began to get excited as we thought about the food we were going to ingest when we concluded our time in the car.  The time went by in the blink of an eye, and we forgot about the beauties we had just seen on the mountain, the valley and in the desert. 

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