The Journey by Asil

"The Journey"

The sun rose over the red city
The market stallers made their way to their place of residence - the souq
The travellers embarked on what would seem like another episode in their journey
The city became a sea of colours, until all became green and blue
The road seemed neverending, mystical
The travellers weaved through the mountains, taking narrow turns at heart racing speeds, feeling almost like they were flying
The dream cut short
The colours hazed into one as the car spun and rolled in the air
The car froze
The world paused
The traveller's minds turning into a state of half dead half alive, carried on to what could only be described and thought of as heaven
Heaven was shaped as a thundering waterfall in a vast evergreen
If heaven could be a place on earth - it would be this