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My next Major paper due
Descriptive writing
Help proof read... Any added descriptions
or revising is welcomed.
Blue Ridge Bliss
High in the mountains of North Carolina, snaking through the peaks and valleys, lay the Blue Ridge Parkway. The entire area is a picturesque landscape with varying features that are unique to the region. I ran around the mountains during my childhood; this was my playground. I have many fond memories of playing around them. They have contributed to my perception of nature, and the world around me. One of my favorite spots is Deer Field Lookout, off the parkway. The overlook has an amazing view on a clear day. Some claim that you can see three states from its perch.
Today, at Deer Field Lookout, it is mild and partly cloudy. The sun resides behind the mountain, only partially blocked by the peak. Sheer, shaded granite cliff faces loom boldly over me and the forest valley below, casting long shadows across the terrain. Peering out over the valley, a sea of vegetation cascades over every suitable spot. The only barren spots are outcrops of rocks, making formations that appear to have some design to them. Fall is rising to its pinnacle; the lush greens have given way to dramatic colors. The paint of the flora appears as a mosaic, with areas of yellow here, and auburn there. The prominent evergreens, sporadically placed, disrupt the order of the canopy.
Pinesaps' thick musk and the scent of dried leaves linger in the air. The breezes build to gusts as the trees sway to bare witness. The wind whistles around me, whipping my clothes violently like a flag being unfurled. Sounds of leaves being blown about sends crinkles and crackles through the air. Weak limbs groan as they snap and pop through the forest. When I look around me, I notice that each tree is unique; some of them lean, looking like they may fall at any moment. Some limbs bow to the ground, depressed. The barks of the trees are broad in appearances and textures.
Looking out over the horizon, it seems to be stretched further by the mountains. The peaks and formations vary in distances, which gives me a feeling of greater depth perception. It seems like I can see forever. Thin wisps of clouds hang in the sky, strung out like stretched cotton. A hawk soars overhead, squawking his thoughts. I look up to see the bird and notice how vivid the heavens are today. The blue is so brilliant, only tropical waters could rival its beauty. The hawk soars with his wings outstretched, surveying this exquisite day in the Appalachians.
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