The wind was picking up as he traveled, blowing leaves down from the trees and up for the forest floor, surrounding him as if in a dream while he walked. The ground began to incline, each step taking more effort. He jumped as a black snake crossed his path a few feet away. The snake did not try to attack him; it simply looked him in the eyes, and then kept going on its path, leaving him behind; but he knew the forest would no longer pose no problem. He kept walking.
Life seems surreal with fake smiles and repetitive conversations. To escape dissatisfaction in my everyday routine, I long for a place isolated from a tumult of people. A small group plus a guide who loves his job and is not forced to be there will be the only companion on this dream trip where vehicles cannot access the national park and only a few people know of its beauty. My dream vacation in Cano Cristales is highlighted by a beautiful river many call the river of seven colors. Atlasobscura.com says, “An explosion of natural color known as the river that ran away from paradise.” They also describe that, “During the short span between the wet and dry seasons, when the water level is just right, a unique species of plant that lines the river floor called Marenia clavigera turns the river in to a brilliant red.
I was so upset, I didn’t know what to do with myself. All the others were outside on the ranch in the sun, enjoying what short break they did have, whilst I was lying here contemplating what to do with myself to take my mind of the current situation. I thought about working, but the thought of doing anything at the moment made my stomach wrench with sadness. I decided to get up and grab a magazine from the cupboard in the bathroom, I got back into bed and proceeded to read it. My eyes started to wander from word to word, they were hard to make out and understand however with the little education I did have, I managed to make out what the writing meant.
From my back yard I can see the green light that is end of your dock. Every night I sit out staring at the little green light dreaming of the wonderful day when we reunite. Daisy I simply do not have the words to tell you how much I have missed you. I have missed you even more than a dry season misses the rain!
It looked very alive with all the colorful leaves. I learned that Armstrong County is full of activities to do. Since there are a lot of trails and lakes, it is a great place to go if you are an outdoor kind of person. If I had the opportunity to go to this county, I would not pass up the chance. I would love to walk on the trails of the parks and go fishing and boating in the lakes.
In one of Thomas Cole’s more famous paintings, Lake with Dead Trees, it is a portrait of the Catskills Mountains. The painting shows a very peaceful lake, bordered by bleak, dying trees, and the Catskill Mountains in the background. The sun seems to be setting, with brings a bright glow to the whole left side of the painting. The lake and trees seem to be sparkling on the left side, whereas the right side it bumps into the dark side of the forest. The two deer seem to be frozen or caught off guard, while running through the forest.
Suddenly I was in a different world. The euphoric melodies of a nightingale filled my ears. Water seeped from the soils, forming a creek along the grass filled forest; schools of vibrant fish revealed themselves from the rocky crevices, darting about with unnatural vigour. An overwhelming feeling of joy swelled within me, the sublime beauty of this new world tapped into my soul, and the happiness I had been denied for so long came back to me. Hearing the sound of crashing waves in the distance, my childhood instincts took control of me.
In section ten of "Song of Myself," Whitman spoke of a comfort level with nature that Dickinson never would have felt when he said: "Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill'd game, Falling asleep on the gather'd leaves with my dog and gun by my side." His references to spending the night outdoors and cooking his game over a campfire were certainly things that would never have entered Dickinson's mind or
Greenleaf has all sorts of neat little things there. I was at Greenleaf for one night; I had a great time staying there. While I was there I wasn’t able to sleep, however I went for a walk that night with my dog and saw a family of deer they were very pretty and
As I approach it I know to tread carefully for at the tree is quicksand. I don’t know if it’s true or not but neighborhood legend tells of a kid slowly sinking as his friends tried to pull him out. With my back pressed against the tree I cautiously tiptoe across the boards outlining its trunk. As sweat starts to drip down my face I can see it. I’ve finally made it to the opening!