“Tell them we are going!” my mother screamed from her room. Our ride was here. We were heading to my favorite place. We go there every Monday in the afternoon around 6:00 p.m. I opened the door to go outside. The sky seemed full of white and gray clouds moving to the south. The mountains were located on the south. The first time one of the church people proposed going to the mountains to pray, not everybody seemed convince. A very different place, yet everyone goes there. The green Ford F-150 was parked outside and my mom was still inside. My stomach felt like someone was tickling me from inside. It was a late August afternoon, the time around when the sun starts to rush to go home and the moon comes by to visit a little sooner. My heart was
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From the car window I could see the mountains, they seemed blue. My mom, brother and everyone in the car seemed relax. Each one of us had set foot in the mountain before. We watched the sunset. Sunsets are like beautiful rare paintings. No matter how many times you look at sunsets, its art always surprises you. On the first week going to the mountains, we witness this beautiful view. The sun was already going down but it was taking its time. Orange clouds were standing on top of the sun. On top laid pink and purple colors in the sky. Opening my arms, my nose sniffed a fresh air bumping into my face. It reminded me of the fresh smell of mint after opening a pack of gum. A scary sensation brought curious thoughts of falling as humpty dumpy had fallen off the wall. The city lights looked like Christmas lights. Certainly there was this feeling of calmness as my eyes were put on the …show more content…
My heart dropped in amazement observing the reflection of His love painted through the sky. I am a believer. Closing my eyes, I tasted the feeling of peace just as if my mouth had savored my mom’s homemade hot chocolate on a wintry day. The sky’s artistic view brought to me the softest emotion that with tenderness hugged my heart. Moving my feet was challenging, but it offered me a moment to breathe out. Continuing is always harder. The sensation surely brought life lessons with it. You can’t win the battle if you don’t move your feet to go fight. Thoughts began attacking my mind as my legs fought to keep
From the car window I could see the mountains, they seemed blue. My mom, brother and everyone in the car seemed relax. Each one of us had set foot in the mountain before. We watched the sunset. Sunsets are like beautiful rare paintings. No matter how many times you look at sunsets, its art always surprises you. On the first week going to the mountains, we witness this beautiful view. The sun was already going down but it was taking its time. Orange clouds were standing on top of the sun. On top laid pink and purple colors in the sky. Opening my arms, my nose sniffed a fresh air bumping into my face. It reminded me of the fresh smell of mint after opening a pack of gum. A scary sensation brought curious thoughts of falling as humpty dumpy had fallen off the wall. The city lights looked like Christmas lights. Certainly there was this feeling of calmness as my eyes were put on the …show more content…
My heart dropped in amazement observing the reflection of His love painted through the sky. I am a believer. Closing my eyes, I tasted the feeling of peace just as if my mouth had savored my mom’s homemade hot chocolate on a wintry day. The sky’s artistic view brought to me the softest emotion that with tenderness hugged my heart. Moving my feet was challenging, but it offered me a moment to breathe out. Continuing is always harder. The sensation surely brought life lessons with it. You can’t win the battle if you don’t move your feet to go fight. Thoughts began attacking my mind as my legs fought to keep