Mountain range

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It was in the middle of August and the day had begun with a small rain and the fog covered the mountains that protected the village.

Last week, the thermometers had reached 40 degrees and a day with a rain was a blessing from the gods.

– Sara, Marie, Kate, it’s time to wake up. – Victoria said.

– 5 minutes. – Sara answered with a sleepy voice.

Well, of all the sisters, Sara is the laziest at the weekend, she cannot wake up early and put the alarm clock on to repeat twenty or thirty times. Marie, wake up slowly with the cat’s licks, the Samba. Kate was always the first to get up because she always waking up hungry.

-Girls, we’ll be leaving the house in ten minutes. Albert shouted to the second floor.

But when it was to wander up to the mountains, everyone made an effort to get out on the hour.

– Backpacks, water, fruits, biscuits, blankets. Everything is ready. – Victoria said.

The ground was practically dry and there was a light breeze on the top of the mountain and sometimes the sun appeared slightly through the clouds illuminating the small flowers that were born in the fields …

Estávamos a meio de Agosto e o dia tinha começado com uma chuva miudinha e o nevoeiro cobria as serras que protegiam a aldeia.

Na semana passada, os termómetros tinham chegado aos 40 graus e um dia com chuva era uma benção dos deuses.

– Sara, Marie, Kate, Já são horas de acordarem. – Disse Victória.

– 5 minutos. – Respondia Sara, com uma voz sonolenta.

Bem, de todas as irmãs, Sara é a mais preguiçosa ao fim-de-semana, não consegue acordar cedo e põem vinte ou trinta vezes o despertador a tocar. Marie, acorda lentamente com as lambidelas do gato, o Samba. Kate, era sempre a primeira a levantar, porque acordava sempre com fome.

– Meninas, em dez minutos vamos sair de casa. – Gritava Albert, para o segundo piso.

Mas quando era para passear até às montanhas, todas faziam um esforço para saírem a horas.

– Mochilas, águas, frutas, bolachas, mantas. Está tudo pronto. – Disse Victória.

O piso estava praticamente seco e corria uma leve brisa no topo da montanha e por vezes o sol aparecia timidamente por entre as nuvens iluminando as pequenas flores que nasciam nos campos…

CREDITS: IMAGE AND TEXT THESCHEME617
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