Descriptive Essay : Going For A Walk In Centennial Park

The sun began to drip below the horizon, sending a deep orange cast across the earth around us. Soon the sun had disappeared and the stars glowed high in the night sky, the open countryside letting them shine as bright as they ever could be.

The swirling wind deposited my hair into a disarray on top of my head. My legs and feet were sore from the constant hiking and my back ached from the cumbersome backpack. The discomfort was pushed into the back of mind because in just a few more steps, I would summit another mountain. Although it may seem illogical, my interest in hiking started before I could even walk. When I was still quite young, I remember being put into a child carrier on my dad’s back, my head bobbing in rhythm to his steps. I am told that sitting in that backpack is the quietest I had ever been, as I was enraptured by the passing trees give way to the sunny slopes of the alpine. Upon learning how to walk, I began to pester my parents to free me from the prison that was the child carrier, and ever since then, hiking has become one of my favorite hobbies. My parents have since fostered my love for hiking, as I have had the good fortune of being able to travel all over the world including to Austria, Iceland, and Utah.

The land surrounding the lake is in complete disorder. There is a fire to the right of the lake, and jagged rocks located to the left of it. This is done in order to represent the disorder and craziness that is the world. However, this is then highly contrasted by the stillness of the lake in which the swans are being reflected. The reasoning behind this is to explain that despite what may be going on around you, it does not change the person that you are. The stillness of the water is the serenity and peace of mind that a person feels when they are fully in touch with the person that they are. In order to portray this, the outside world had to be displayed in dismay, so that the tranquility and calmness of the water is clearly seen to the

brilliant colors of yellow and orange, and then vanished under the purple and blue cloudy sky. It

My family and I had boarded an hour long bus ride that rode to Sequoia National Park. As usual I kept my eyes closed during the trip, so I wouldn't have felt motion sick. I was excited for The General Sherman because its the biggest tree to exist being 275 feet I had no music to listen play, so I sat in silence. While riding I looked out the window to see morning sunlight shining. when we arrived I stood out smelling the scent the redwoods created, and breathed fresh air, After checking the parks map we decided on taking a bus closer to The General Sherman. we gave our thanks to our driver exiting the bus; following the main path we learned about the parks history, and also got to talk many travelers enjoying the trip like us. I was using

As the wind brushed the back of my dress, I turned around to overlook the waves of golden ocean, pouring into the small town I called home. But, my eyes became fixed on the sun. It was so wonderful, so beautiful as it rose out of its slumber in the mountains. I always felt the sun’s warmth on my cloudy white dress, and I loved how it always felt like my father’s hugs.

The sky went dark, the first firework lights up the sky with its heart shaped, bright red show. As they went

It was almost night, as a brilliant sun set in the west, blinding the horseman. It painted the sky a rich orange with specks of purple the color of wild mountain thyme.

Wind blew through the cold autumn trees, causing the leaves to dance with a flare of oranges, red and brown, the dim light of the dying sun illuminated the silhouette of two figures staring at the bright red moon from the cleared hilltop. One man, one woman, each watched as a single glowing streak crossed the violet sky highlighted by the vibrant topaz light.

The stars above me have accompanied me through much of my youth, as one of my earliest memories was of the midnight sky, tinted a rusty orange due to

The sunlight tinting the clouds with pink and golden hues reminding me of a Maxwell Parish painting I had once owned. There was a heavy fog and mist coming in off the Pacific Ocean into the San Francisco Bay I noticed that the fog clung to the bottom of the Golden Gate Bridge. Sounds of gulls screeching and fog horns moaning, issuing warning of possible danger are coming in off the bay overwhelmed my senses. I did not take the time to breath in this wondrous moment as I should have. It is only now though this reflection that I appreciate the beauty. I had a goal, a destination. I was a force of nature not to be deterred. So onward north I traveled passing monumental sites with a lackadaisical attitude. Not understanding that I needed to breath in, slowdown and enjoy the singular experience of the once in lifetime moments that were flying past me as I raced down the

The bright sun was beginning to sleep as different shades of red and oranges begin to form and mix into new bright colors into the late afternoon sky. The sun seem to be using it colors to wrap New york into a tight warm hug before it goes into her deep slumber.

My family and I had been hiking in Garland Park my entire life. We do not go frequently, so it is always a tremendous treat. One of my first memories took place in Garland Park. I was maybe five or six years of age. My family, at the time, included my mother and father, my younger brother, and my dog named Maple. When we reached our destination, I remember I had felt my lungs inflate with awe with the onrush of scenery; the billowing trees, the serene ponds, and the overall calmness of the environment left me in wonder. I remember running down the trail that parted the trees soaked in autumn colors with only the wind holding me back, feeling complete serenity. That particular hike was a relatively short one due to my young age. I had wanted to stay there forever, and our short stay ended far too quickly. However, I carried my awestruck wonder all the way down the trail and back

A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.

The river also suggested a breeze, there were ripples that flowed southeast. There were many different shades of blue in the lake and river. The lake had a darker shade of light blue surrounded by a dark blue then lined with black. The lake appeared to have a light shining either on top or the bottom of it, which allowed you to see the grass growing under it. The river had a lighter shade of light blue with white lines to show the ripples but it was surrounded with the same colors as the lake. You did not see any grass growing under the river because there was no light shining on the river.