The Snowy Jagged Mountain

I look out across the frosty, jagged mountain and I see the slippery, crystallized snow which looks like fresh cream that’s just been whipped. The sapphire, blue sky shimmers in the distance. I hear the whistling wild wind blowing across my crisp raw face. As I take a few steps forward I hear my feet hit the frozen, crumbly, crunchy snow. I taste the falling snowflakes. I am feeling exhausted and tired. I smell the fresh, blasting, chilly air. I wonder how long it will be until I reach the summit of this isolated arctic mountain.

The Serious Surfer

As I glide through the wild, wet, wave the sparkling, spray splashes behind my yellow, slick surf board. I taste the salty, brackish flavoured sea and smell the crisp, chilly air. Feeling extremely motivated anxious and determined I challenge myself as I go through the barrelling lip of the azure wave which looks like a scroll wrapping itself around me like a warm cozy blanket. I see the aquamarine sky above me. I can hear the crashing roaring wave that’s loud like a lions roar. I wonder if I can take on this deafening titanic wave.