Lake Descriptive Writing

The morning sunlight, slipping through a thin opening through the tent, reached in to tap my cheeks with a tinge of warmth. Laying on my back, my sleeping bag clinging tight to my Autumn chilled body, I began listening to the glorious melodies of the nearby river singing its way through the valley. Soon I noticed small heaps of leaves that gathered on the top of the mesh roof of my pentagonal shaped tent. Above them, was a spattering of leaves that had just parachuted from their trees, gracefully somersaulting and swaying down to meet its fallen brethren on top of my tent. Stepping outside the tent I immediately noticed something different, there was more leaves, more water, and more vivid color at the park this year. Indeed, it was going
I was now on a trail, bounded by tall trees - littered with acorns and perennially shaded from sunlight. Leaving the trees, I entered a meadow full of light. Beds of glorious yellow and vibrant purple flowers, contrasted beautifully by rows of bushes of light green. The flora surrounded a small lake so still and shiny, that it reflected objects almost perfectly. The volume of the lake was the largest I’ve seen in Autumn, due to the copious amount of snowfall the past winter. Peering on the surface of the lake, I saw the image of the seductive Half Dome admiring itself in the water’s reflection. Directly looking at Half Dome, I marveled at the spectacle of a mountain of pure granite, thousands of feet high, having been glacially cut in half to perfection. Showing the effects of millions of years of attacking wind, rain, and snow, the exposed face of Half Dome is varied in color, from various stonewashed shades of gray to off white. Soon the faded colors of Half Dome were replaced and bathed by a vibrant orange - red hue of light sent from the setting sun. The mountain glowed like iron being forged by a blacksmith. Within minutes, the sunlight bid adue and Half Dome returned to its repose of faded