Walking along a path or track you have not explored before (Descriptive)

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I trotted down the snaky rutted path, pausing a while to admire the idyllic scenery of nature. The reason I wanted to go on a walk was to get rid of the stress that the humongous amount of homework -combined over the past few days- gave me.

A robin hummed a melody, and its sharp tone rippled through the evening silence like a pebble that had disrupted the stillness of a deep lake.

This path was unfamiliar to me, but the scenery and a yearn for adventure was worth the risk of getting lost.

The road was rough and filled with small brown sediment. I smiled as they reminded me of sweet crumbs that fell to the ground every time I ate cookies. The rocky path softened into grass which in turn, introduced a copse of fashionable oak trees, some adorned with mossy shawls and the rest embellished with necklaces of white mushrooms. I admired them in awe as a zephyr ruffled their soft leaves, like a proud mother would to her son's messy hair.

The sky started to take on an apricot tint, with only a few wispy clouds visible. The egg yolk of a sun slowly tucked itself away behind the ginormous mountains as if I had offered it a game of hide-and-seek. One day, I had to climb over that mountain and laugh at the Sun's foolish hiding spot- it can't keep getting away with hiding in such an obvious place.

The sky started to take on a gloomy hue as the Sun slipped away cheekily. It started to look more and more like an oil painting, with clouds of ivory dabbed on which contrasted the indigo sky, and stars that shone like beacons.

Small huts in the distance lit up like candles on a birthday cake. Do they celebrate the Moon's birthday every night? I bet she has a lot of trouble blowing out all the candles.

The dark sky was a glum reminder of my unfinished assignments, and I snapped out of my daydreams and started to hurry along the snaky, rutted path once again, now with thoughts of dread and dismay about the heap of homework- and a sleepless night.

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