One of my favorite activities to do before starting my day on the weekends is to take a hike in Cheyenne Mountain. My mind will clear, and it helps me prepare for whatever may happen during that day. It makes me appreciate the simple elements in life a lot more. Hiking in the mountain during the early hours opens up opportunities to see different scenes and portraits and open my mind to a new perspective of the wilderness.
Entering the trail, a slight cool breeze rustles the leaves making them fall to the ground one by one. The sun begins to rise, waking the tired sleepers, and ready to warm up the world. Wild flowers are vast, and they conceal the freshly moist green grass lying on the side of the trails. There are sun colored sun flowers along the path. The ground, moist from the night before, causes my feet to slip, keeping me on my toes.
Walking by the minute green beautiful pine trees of all sizes are all along the path, beautiful black and blue birds are singing wonderful songs, ath there are young couples dressed in their black silk slacks and blue colored matching sweaters, enjoying the magnificent scenery. Behind the oddly shaped rocks and the tall green pine trees there is a beautiful waterfall, the water is clear as can be, the water is icy cold under the cold water are rocks of all sizes some of them have a green blue color to them. There are brown baby deer along the river drinking water but, they only come out of hiding when they see no one around.
Beyond the river lies the lonely bridge. The red brick is slightly turning orange the bridge sits there in its solitude, longing for some eager company. In between two huge pine trees the bridge awaits to partake in children's fantasies from battling trolls, or patrolling the fort. An ugly putrid brown covers it, and it is obvious that the screws are becoming unhinged, and it is only so long before it comes crashing down. The wind blows...