Singing at Sunset
My last day in Hawaii could potentially be one of my fondest memories. It was the last day of the Pac Rim festival and everyone was holding hands on the beach. The sand was warm and soft under my bare feet. The hand to my left was warm and had a tight grip while the hand to my right was cold and small. The sun was gently sillhoutted against the burning red and orange sky. It was about to fall asleep behind the massive mountain which was in the horizon. The conductor of the festival got on the life guard tower and conducted us. We sang Aloha Oe and it was AMAZING! The sound we made with twelve choirs took my breath away. I sang with the harmony which I enjoy quite abit. We kept singing the song until the sun was fully behind the mountain so only a redish glow of clouds could be seen. When the sun was down our hands broke apart and clothes were shed down to bathing suits and bodies sprinted into the ocean. The waves came crashing down on us but I don’t think anyone of us had had that much fun. I will never forget how the breeze felt on that day nor will I forget how the sand felt against my feet. The mist that fell apon my face as the sopranos sang the high C. I don’t think anyone could forget singing at sunset.
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Wow, that sounds like a good trip and you were very very vivid with your descriptions. I wish I could have gone to Hawaii.