Persuasive Chicago Descriptive Writing

It’s the calm of the morning, and I’m tired. The smooth and curving edges of the trail entertain my eyes as I hike towards my goal, the summit of Mt. Hyndman. It’s a kind trail, made of a cluster of aromas and a collage of colors. Sagebrush and young saplings add to the sensation of the vista. Sharp crackles occur beneath my feet as insects scamper around, frantically searching for minute fissures to conceal themselves in. Vibrant birds chirp cheerful melodies, and a stream trickles by whistling a joyful tune. The rising sun peeks over the mountain, and I am warmed. The thick beams of light flash about me until they break the frigid state of the long untamed grass and light the trees with a certain glow. A gentle breeze wafts by; quietly rustling the leaves while soothingly spurring soft sweeping and swaying motions among the flowers. Nature’s grandeur surrounds me in a beautiful panorama, and this is only the beginning. The rich smell of the earth fills my nostrils as I break through the trees and steadily climb my way into the rough, irregular section of the trail. Protruding faces of rock slant upward as though to warn of …show more content…
The hoodies and gloves flooded back on as the bitter cold atmosphere became evident, but the thin-light jackets weren’t enough to obstruct the frosty wind. Hail came with the blasting wind, stinging my oh-so-cold face and soaking my frenzied hair. Only the summit lies ahead, a monument of fear, casting doubt in my head. Hands frozen, the tips of my fingers purple from the combination of cold temperatures and sharp rocks, I stopped. Just below the monstrous pile of frozen stones sits a small valley with small trees, a sure harbor from the cold. As I turned to descend, a hand obstructed me, grasping my damp sweater. I looked up at the reassuring figure before me, a rough yet determined look upon his face, and I grew resolute yet