As I make my way up the mountain, the smell of wood and familiarity consumes me. Sweat runs down my face but it’s worth it. While I take a break to admire the beauty surrounding me, the taste of crisp, fresh air fills my lungs. I hear footsteps and conversation begin to catch up with me. Soon I continue up the dirt path.
I reach the top. Pink, yellow, purple, and blue blend together into a pastel sky. I see the whole city below me giving me a sense of power. I have been here countless times, yet it never fails to amaze me. A chill rushes down my spine. I could stay up here forever, yet I make my way back down and will climb my way up again, and again, and again.
Shayla • Nov 3, 2023 at 1:02 pm
Great Job, Kayla! You did an excellent job! Well Written and great imagery!