Woods Descriptive Writing

The startling sounds of my alarm clock causes me to shoot forward from my bed. After my short lived panic I remember why I am waking up before the sun. I fumble through the darkness gathering my hunting gear before snatching up my shoes as I head towards the door. Pausing briefly in the cluttered mudroom, I pull my brown boots over my aching feet. I throw the door open and step into the misty fog. I look to my left and see the sun slowing coming over the horizon. I watch as it fades from a dark purple to a dull red and I realize that soon it will be blazing yellow. It alone will be my guide as I venture solemnly into the woods. The forest is bustling with life as I walk through the labyrinth of trees skyscraper high.
I walk across the dense
I follow the tracks until they meet a wide, boisterous stream of sparkling, clear water. I extend my cupped hands towards the water to draw out a cold drink. I gaze upwards at the illuminated sky. The straight rays of sunlight beam through the overhead canopy and I realize I must move quicker in a race against time. I rush down the trail, my gear weighing me down, and my heart beat quickening with each and every step.
Inhaling, I feel the warm air entering my lungs as I journey forward on my expedition. The immense weight of my hunting gear pulls me towards the ground. In exhaustion I stop and look around for a decent tree to put my stand in. I spot a high reaching tree a couple of yards in front of me and decide that this is where I will stopover for the remainder of my excursion. Climbing the tree into the thin, rising fog I adjust myself to the spectacular, inspiring view that always seems to take my breath away. Upon my throne, mounted in the outlying branches, I am awe stricken by the bright, golden rays of the sun highlighting the forest floor beneath me and continue to watch as the woodland creatures dance their way