Euphoria
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We made it! She screeched in joy as she ran down the rolling hills. The wait and struggle was finally over. The beautiful colours and picturesque landscape was too overwhelming, the gardens were perfect and unbelievably symmetrical on each side of the path. We had travelled long and far to reach this moment. The colourful meadows are of bounty. The rolling hills are covered with flowers of every sort, with every colour, size and shape that you could only dream of. The neat path a scar through the scenic meadows. The scent of the flowers leaving you taking in deep breaths and holding it longer than usual, filling your lungs with the smell of a sweet aroma; making the most out of each breath you take.
The sun is shining bright and …show more content…
An unordinary path to say the least. Large blocks of stone embedded in the soft sand scattered unevenly across the path leaves us confused on how to cross over. Leaning on one knee, digging into the granular ground, I crouch over. Gently I slide my hand on the closest rock to me. The rough texture having a serrated feeling to the touch of a gentle hand. Pushing down on the boulder, the earth around it shudder and shakes, the stones could only be fatal. Standing up I brush the grains of sand from my knee and look up at her; in deep thought of our next move. In her eyes I could see the urge to continue, this was the only way to keep our hopes of finding our destination. There was only one other way, and that was back, back to where we had come from. We had come too far to just turn around and leave. It would always be a feeling of regret, the thought of failure and disappointing …show more content…
She nods slowly, determination written all over her face as she looks towards the path ahead. Counting together, 1,2,3. We skip onto the first stone before leaping onto the next. One after the other we run and skip and leap between each boulder. Each boulder falling under our weight as we skip across, disappearing into the underground. With no time to look back we jump off the last stone, running as if the sand as well, will drop beneath us. The music now louder than ever as we run on forward. We come to a sudden stop. A blockade enables us from running. We find ourselves at the foot of something large enough to block out the falling sun. a mountain.
Looking up, it isn’t the prettiest of mountains to climb. Far from being the tallest of mountains, the steepness itself strikes doubt at its first instance. Without a second thought, we climb the mountain. Pushing off each leg, bits of rubble break off the rock making it hard to grip on securely. Each push of the legs and pull of the arms adds to the fatigue built up from the sweltering heat. Reaching for the top of the mountain, the last stride drains all the energy out of me. Standing up on top of the mountain, I hold out my arm, helping her climb up the final hang, hauling her
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We made it! She screeched in joy as she ran down the rolling hills. The wait and struggle was finally over. The beautiful colours and picturesque landscape was too overwhelming, the gardens were perfect and unbelievably symmetrical on each side of the path. We had travelled long and far to reach this moment. The colourful meadows are of bounty. The rolling hills are covered with flowers of every sort, with every colour, size and shape that you could only dream of. The neat path a scar through the scenic meadows. The scent of the flowers leaving you taking in deep breaths and holding it longer than usual, filling your lungs with the smell of a sweet aroma; making the most out of each breath you take.
The sun is shining bright and …show more content…
An unordinary path to say the least. Large blocks of stone embedded in the soft sand scattered unevenly across the path leaves us confused on how to cross over. Leaning on one knee, digging into the granular ground, I crouch over. Gently I slide my hand on the closest rock to me. The rough texture having a serrated feeling to the touch of a gentle hand. Pushing down on the boulder, the earth around it shudder and shakes, the stones could only be fatal. Standing up I brush the grains of sand from my knee and look up at her; in deep thought of our next move. In her eyes I could see the urge to continue, this was the only way to keep our hopes of finding our destination. There was only one other way, and that was back, back to where we had come from. We had come too far to just turn around and leave. It would always be a feeling of regret, the thought of failure and disappointing …show more content…
She nods slowly, determination written all over her face as she looks towards the path ahead. Counting together, 1,2,3. We skip onto the first stone before leaping onto the next. One after the other we run and skip and leap between each boulder. Each boulder falling under our weight as we skip across, disappearing into the underground. With no time to look back we jump off the last stone, running as if the sand as well, will drop beneath us. The music now louder than ever as we run on forward. We come to a sudden stop. A blockade enables us from running. We find ourselves at the foot of something large enough to block out the falling sun. a mountain.
Looking up, it isn’t the prettiest of mountains to climb. Far from being the tallest of mountains, the steepness itself strikes doubt at its first instance. Without a second thought, we climb the mountain. Pushing off each leg, bits of rubble break off the rock making it hard to grip on securely. Each push of the legs and pull of the arms adds to the fatigue built up from the sweltering heat. Reaching for the top of the mountain, the last stride drains all the energy out of me. Standing up on top of the mountain, I hold out my arm, helping her climb up the final hang, hauling her