At that place, the scenery seemed to have come out of a movie. While it was a day, I explored every corner of the mountain until I found a charming house … – Hello! My name is Jacob and I live in one of these houses. May I help you? – Good afternoon! said Rita in a trembling voice. The silence that followed was very brief.
I already knew why I recognised that place, it was once one of my favourite childhood places. However, this time it would all not be a dream. There would have been an eternity in another life, maybe … It was a dream he’d had last night after seeing an old childhood movie made by his uncles, second cousins.
In my mind, I imagined what it would be like to live on another planet without these stunning landscapes. In fact, I was curious to know how this place had come about, I had the notion that the best thing to do at this point was to observe every detail that nature offered us. I was surprised by the silence that I felt in the forest. – Fred, – I whispered, my rocky voice.
My observation was between the dark blue sky and the stars. I was fascinated to observe them. It had been weeks and weeks since that night, but the starry sky did not leave my head. From one moment to the next, several thoughts filled my head: -What would it be like to observe the stars of space?
This morning we went for a walk in the woods, Peak District National Park in England. The temperature was mild and the fresh, soft air made the lilac flowers dance in harmony with the wind, sometimes a very shy sun was warming our skin. However, time continued to pass very quickly, and we expected to reach the top of the mountain.
“Manchester,” Dariya said in a cheerful voice. I imagined during the trip from London to Manchester what the city would be like. “There,” Dariya said suddenly, pointing to the city, “we are already at Piccadilly Station. It was not the closest station to the Christmas market, however, it would only take 18 minutes on foot. – What can we buy there? Alice announced in an catching voice. Dariya laughed.
Narrator. “Phoebe would suddenly close her eyes, bringing her fingers to her eyelids, as if she could go back in time and return to the forest.
Phoebe – It was a temperature of 10 degrees, the tar was slippery and the trees were painted in various shades of brown, orange and yellow. The trip to the forest lasted for two hours, and in the middle was a small village, which was immersed in a cloak of grey clouds.