Where Are We Going? Essay

977 Words Jul 29th, 2015 4 Pages
Mathilde waited in the passenger seat as I locked the front door. It was still dark out and we both had gotten very little sleep.
“Where are we going?” She asked as I pulled out of the driveway.
“New Hampshire. It’s only a couple of hours away from here. My parents and I spent several summers there. It was our go-to when our vacation plans would fail,” I said.
“I’ve never been there!”
“There’s a lot of places we’ve never been to and I cannot wait to discover these hidden places with you,” I said slipping my fingers across her fingers and getting a hold of her hand.
I drove by trees that were far much older than I was.
“These trees are so beautiful. It’s nice to get out of the city sometimes and see nature, you know?”
“I can only imagine…” she smiled widely.
“How do you picture them?” I asked only interested to hear an answer coming from her lips.
She smiled and took one deep breath, “I picture them green! Bright green! And super tall too! I picture the mountains with an Afro of trees that almost touch the clouds. I picture it being breathtaking, picturesque, captivating and everything…”
I noticed she always spoke with her hands. I guess it was just her own way of expressing her thoughts about something she was excited about.
“These hands of yours… they speak a foreign language. One I’m unfamiliar with,” I said feeling her hands.
I watcher her hands dance as she spoke and thought of the beauty she brought to the world with the things she’s touched. Her hands were…

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