Langley description

This is only the beginning of my description of my favorite place on the planet... besides Italy...

Langley

I slam the car door behind me with a crisp clack and the fresh smell of salt water of the Puget Sound fills my lungs. We glide over it in a gigantic hunk of metal that crashes through the waves with tremendous force. I scurry up the stairs and out onto the top deck to feel the wind tangle my hair and awaken my complexion. I fold my arms tight across my chest to calm the small earthquakes that surge through my body as I see through my quivering eyelashes the earthy horizon getting closer and closer. I rush back to my car before departing the ferry and soar up a couple steep hills and a long stretch of road until I approach an enormous house that sits majestically on the top of a knoll. Its beige gables stand boldly illuminated by the sunlight and my eyes fall on the rays dancing upon the mini waterfalls that splash into the tepid pools of water in the pond out front. The smell of fuchsia and roses mingles in the air and fills my heart with contentment. The front door opens and I rush into the open arms of Grams. Her snow white hair brushes against my chestnut locks in a loving embrace as I hear the familiar, “We’re so glad you are here.” Grandpop mimics this warm welcome and I walk into the golden light that envelops the hallway. I drop my bags by an old wooden chest and look out the kitchen window to see deep blue water laced by small whitecaps, framed by great pine trees on one side and gorgeous mountains capped with snow on the other.