Posts tagged vacations

Above the Mountains in the Clouds

July 24, 2013 · Filed under children, memories, mystery, nature studies, nostalgia, prompts, Uncategorized, wordpress, youth · Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

I was about five years old. We were on our way to the beach for the first time. I opened my sleepy eyes as we went down the mountains and rubbed my eyes in disbelief. Below my was a fluffy layer of clouds with what looked like an island emerging from its center. Was I still asleep? Had I been lifted to some sort of magical land?

I looked up and say my parents in the front seat. My mom turned around and smiled, knowing my thoughts. “We are above the clouds, honey,” she smiled. “What you see is a mountaintop coming up from the valley.”

“Wow!” I though. “Could seeing the ocean for the first time really beat this?”

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The Last Day

August 31, 2012 · Filed under nature studies, prompts, Uncategorized · Tagged , , , , , , ,

We looked over the rail of the lanai and silently watched the ripples of clouds gathering in the morning sky.

Rain, on the last day of our trip to paradise.

He looked at me and smiled. Nothing was going to ruin this day.

We packed our lunches, towels and a change of clothes. He stuffed the bright orange parkas into the backpack.

As we stepped out of the tour bus and heard the crashing of the waves. We felt the first drops of rain pelting on the rustling palm leaves.

We grasped hands and ran, laughing, to the water’s edge. NOTHING was going to ruin this day.

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The Last Day

August 31, 2012 · Filed under nature studies, prompts, Uncategorized · Tagged , , , , ,

 

We looked over the rail of the lanai and silently watched the ripples of clouds gathering in the morning sky.

Rain, on the last day of our trip to paradise.

He looked at me and smiled. Nothing was going to ruin this day.

We packed our lunches, towels and a change of clothes. He stuffed the bright orange parkas into the backpack.

As we stepped out of the tour bus and heard the crashing of the waves. We felt the first drops of rain pelting on the rustling palm leaves.

We grasped hands and ran, laughing, to the water’s edge. NOTHING was going to ruin this day.

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