I relaxed atop a sandy hill, the neutral hues of grain sifting through my grungy fingers, and my older sister perched to my right, both our eyes taking in the natural and spectacular beauty. The wind rushed and swirled, whipping through our hair and tossing it wildly.
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Music filled the Camry’s speakers, the exotic rhythm beating through our ears and the lyrics escaping from our mouths. Adrina rotated the steering wheel to the left after we slowed and veered off the road, arriving at a complete rest. The rocking melody stopped short as her fingers entwined around the silver and black key, twisting it to turn off the car. Adrina and I opened the car doors, and ambled out into the road on a cloudy, yet warm and welcoming afternoon in worn flip flops, play jeans, and comfy t-shirts.
We deposited our flip flops at the base of the steep, sandy hill; our legs dashing up like the beat of our hearts. But as our hearts’ rhythm increased, the pace of our legs decreased – we managed to make it halfway up when our summer-tanned legs and our breath gave out.
Prior to these events, an idea had managed to worm its way into Adrina’s complex brain, one of the ideas that essentially sparked our entire journey. It was a trivial idea, very insignificant and beside the point, but as reality fell in place, as did her idea to write, “ALIENS LANDED HERE!” in the sand. At that moment it seemed enjoyable and amusing, but now it appears relatively ridiculous. We accomplished it though, writing bold letters that would later disappear from the raging wind.
As minutes passed by, our unfinished ambition returned to our minds as our eyes turned toward the peak of the sandy slope. “Let’s go.” We raced, tripped, sprinted, climbed, and stumbled up the hill, until finally, finally our wavering legs had run their course, and we warily reached the top. Our chests heaved for our lack of summer workouts had proved their point. We settled down on the soft grains, sealing our eyes to prevent the sand that swept up with every sudden gust. The instances where we could crack open our eyes and steal a peak out into nature’s beauty were spectacular.
I clenched my hand around the sand and tossed it into the powerful wind. “Look,” said Adrina. “You made the wind dance.” And I did it again for that moment had passed far too fast.
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Music filled the Camry’s speakers, the exotic rhythm beating through our ears and the lyrics escaping from our mouths. Adrina rotated the steering wheel to the left after we slowed and veered off the road, arriving at a complete rest. The rocking melody stopped short as her fingers entwined around the silver and black key, twisting it to turn off the car. Adrina and I opened the car doors, and ambled out into the road on a cloudy, yet warm and welcoming afternoon in worn flip flops, play jeans, and comfy t-shirts.
We deposited our flip flops at the base of the steep, sandy hill; our legs dashing up like the beat of our hearts. But as our hearts’ rhythm increased, the pace of our legs decreased – we managed to make it halfway up when our summer-tanned legs and our breath gave out.
Prior to these events, an idea had managed to worm its way into Adrina’s complex brain, one of the ideas that essentially sparked our entire journey. It was a trivial idea, very insignificant and beside the point, but as reality fell in place, as did her idea to write, “ALIENS LANDED HERE!” in the sand. At that moment it seemed enjoyable and amusing, but now it appears relatively ridiculous. We accomplished it though, writing bold letters that would later disappear from the raging wind.
As minutes passed by, our unfinished ambition returned to our minds as our eyes turned toward the peak of the sandy slope. “Let’s go.” We raced, tripped, sprinted, climbed, and stumbled up the hill, until finally, finally our wavering legs had run their course, and we warily reached the top. Our chests heaved for our lack of summer workouts had proved their point. We settled down on the soft grains, sealing our eyes to prevent the sand that swept up with every sudden gust. The instances where we could crack open our eyes and steal a peak out into nature’s beauty were spectacular.
I clenched my hand around the sand and tossed it into the powerful wind. “Look,” said Adrina. “You made the wind dance.” And I did it again for that moment had passed far too fast.
