Thursday, 3 December 2015

Kikoura



There in the distance were the mountains with big green patches everywhere making the shape of a  face. The mountain was talking to me, telling me to climb it. The waves down below the mountains were crashing against the rock the long wet  grass was swaying beneath  my feet.  The branches on the  trees around me waved to me and gesturing me to come over.


1 comment:

  1. I love it how you described this peace of writing. It felt like I was there. This is going to help me to notice things more often when I'm inside or outside. That reminds me of the time when I was in Switzerland and walking threw the forest with the trees waving at me in the wind. It would have been so cool to see that again.

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