Tent Description
Sun sparkles off the cold white snow. Sharp black rocks flood the mountain as the fluffy white snow goes tumble down from the every aboves. “Why am I in this cold tent? I don’t know?” All I do know is that I am somewhere in the Himalayas in a little red tent. The tent flap spiralled in the damp white wind. The icicles dripping from my breath remind me of the days when I was back home on a snowy day following the see-through icicles with my eyes dripping from the roof.
Tons of white snow start to move down the steep slope of the mountain. The freezing wind alerts my senses. The relaxing rain pouring down onto the top of the tent surrounds me. A small Nepalese town sits at the bottom of the massive mountain. It stares up at the extreme hill like a lion staring at its next prey. Even the tiniest movement of the shiny white snow alerts this interesting town.
Jacob
Sun sparkles off the cold white snow. Sharp black rocks flood the mountain as the fluffy white snow goes tumble down from the every aboves. “Why am I in this cold tent? I don’t know?” All I do know is that I am somewhere in the Himalayas in a little red tent. The tent flap spiralled in the damp white wind. The icicles dripping from my breath remind me of the days when I was back home on a snowy day following the see-through icicles with my eyes dripping from the roof.
Tons of white snow start to move down the steep slope of the mountain. The freezing wind alerts my senses. The relaxing rain pouring down onto the top of the tent surrounds me. A small Nepalese town sits at the bottom of the massive mountain. It stares up at the extreme hill like a lion staring at its next prey. Even the tiniest movement of the shiny white snow alerts this interesting town.
Jacob