essay on A night in the desert.
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in my summer vacations I visited the desert and lost out there that's why I have to spend a night out so it was very difficult my because I didn't what fruit food anything there was water with me and it was very hot and there were camel I was not having a camel after sometime I heard a person asking for help from me but as I was and I don't know who is leading I thought that if there is someone elder so he can help from getting out of the just so followed that voice go out there and I said that there was a little boy and out there playing with stone he got hurt with the stone that's why he was shouting help help and when I went there are some first day and then asked him how he came in the desert that he told me story and he also lost in the desert
I lie on a boulder in the bottom of a desert canyon. The boulder has been warmed by the intense heat of the previous day, and even this far into the night it retains a certain heat; almost like a living creature. I absorb the healing warmth, feeling profoundly relaxed. I am glad to be alive.
On all sides, towering sandstone walls lean over me; protecting me. Below me is the dry river bed. Majestic cottonwoods grow along it; their tortured forms testament to their will to survive. The green leaves are turned quicksilver by the full moon. A gentle, warm breeze whispers through the trees, telling secrets. The breeze is strangely perfumed with jasmine and other exotic aromas. The clean smell of warm sandstone is omnipresent. Warm, velvet sand covers the landscape; broken here and there by fragrant sagebrush.