Essay Hot, Dry Summer Days

976 Words Aug 30th, 2015 4 Pages
Hot, dry summer days are what I yearn for. The scorching sun busting out from behind the immense pale clouds. The rays of light pointing to the top of the lush hillside behind my house. The main top of the hillside is covered in tall oak trees that are lined with paradise green leaves. Branches stretch out like long, thin arms. In the far background, the ancient oak trees split apart and provide a small opening. The opening covered with old, dry grass is home to a small log cabin. That small, old log cabin is the place I hike to every summer day. It is my safe place, my reading place, my relaxing place, and my favorite place. Dandelions are scattered in front of the cabin. As the wind blows, pieces of the dandelions float away. As I try to watch the pieces be swept away, I notice the characteristics of the outside of the small cabin. The cabin is old, but still mesmerizing. I imagine my Uncle David working from dawn until dusk. The continuous banging of his hammer and the sound of a metal saw cutting into the red cedar logs. I run my fingers over the logs and feel the rough dents that have been caused by destructive storms or raging animals. The dents give it character. As I gently walk up the wide stairs, they begin to creak loudly. The small porch is surrounded by several red cedar railings on each side. Right before the door lays a dusty mat that says welcome. On the
Couch 2 right side of the tiny porch, an ancient mahogany rocking chair sways back and forth as the…

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