As I stand on the edge of the rough rocky wall, I look around and take in a beautiful view. As I gaze across the lake, I see a small family of ducks paddling across the glistening water splashing every time their tiny feet hit the water. I see a turtle who my friend quickly names John. John the turtle gets scared of us and swims away. Behind me is a giant tower, that stands tall and strong, with bells inside ready to play. All the way at the end of the lake; I see woods with small wildlife dashing around the forest floor. However above it all, a setting sun tops the entire sight. The blazing orange ball’s light is what makes the lake sparkle. It is what makes the whole scene beautiful. The scenery would not be as an amazing of a sight without the majestic rays of the sun.

I try to get a good look at all that beautiful light from the sun without going blind. I get a good enough look to see the beautiful light to see that it looks as if it is skipping across the lake, just like if it was a rock except that it never stops. The golden rays look thick; as if I jumped into them I would skink ever so slowly into the light like it was a thick, creamy chocolate. Just about when I would about to fall out the bottom of the velvety ray of golden light, I could swim up to the top, and do it all over again.

The bell tower behind me starts ringing, snapping me out of my daydream of swimming in the golden rays of chocolate. I turn around as see that the bell tower has started playing. It plays beautiful music, music that surpasses all the beauty around me. I quickly jog up the slight incline to stand under the ringing tower. I look up. I see bells tolling, strings vibrating, and I see the orange sky at the peak of it all. I stare in grand wonder; I can almost feel the marveling wonder in my eyes.

How can this be possible? This much beauty in one place? I feel like my eyes are about to explode from all the beauty! Can that really happen? My eyes explode? I really don’t want to find out. Am I dreaming? I feel like this isn’t real….

I realize that it is real. That the sights my eyes are struggling to take in are real. I feel overjoyed as I feast upon the sight. I stare off at the setting sun carefully so I don’t go blind. I am quickly saddened. I grasp that this won’t last forever and the beauty will fade just as my joy had faded. I know that this beauty can never be captured. Not even by the most excellent camera in the world. I feel like I just want to reach out and grasp the whole sight in my clenched hand and stuff it into an elegant bottle, and keep it in there, so that it will be mine. Forever.

As John the turtle swam back to us, we quickly ran after him, and laughed and laughed and laughed.