The air was sweet with the smell of rain from the seemingly ceaseless storm that slept overhead. The night’s stars were hidden by dark cotton clouds, the midnight black of the night sky contrasted beautifully with the clouds’ color. The world burned into a flashing white as the sky touched the earth with electric fingers. The tides of Amistad rolled tempestuously in scattered fashion as the wind of the storm howled and screeched as it passed our car. From the bridge I could see the drop to the midnight lake which rested below us. I could feel the wind chill my skin, despite the fact that the windows of the car were shut. The highway’s asphalt was wet with rainfall and mesmerized my siblings into slumber an hour before we began to enter the town. The Town of Del Rio had been christened with the title…show more content… Although this may not seem to be a very exciting detail to normal five-year-olds, I always wanted to live in a home with vegetation. The desert bore me, but whenever I read or saw anything about the forest, I would be mystified and wonder what it would be like to live in such a place. “Kids, wake up! We are coming close to the house!” Alarmed my mom to my sleeping brother and sister.
My brother and sister began to stir their out of sleep, and protested unintelligibly for my mom to stop telling them to wake up. We were getting closer to the house as my dad passed an Exxon Mobil, which stood like a red fluorescent vigil in the surrounding world of clouded darkness. “We’re here?” asked my sister in an awakening comatose. “Almost.” Said I.
We passed through the neighborhoods, each glowing with honey floodlight from the lampposts. Each house held a sympathetic feeling of home, with a family car, toys littering their lawns, and grass that had been cut days prior. It was a feeling of nostalgia without having experienced it myself, these were the homes I wished I had grown in during my early
