Voices Literary Magazine Edition 1 Voices | Page 6

By Annika Salmi

The sky was beautiful, like a sunset, except the sun wasn’t setting and it was not quite touching the horizon. The sky was a beautiful array of colors that started with royal blue, and it turned into a gorgeous lemon yellow, then to varying colors of a peachy orange that dominated most of the sky, then to a dark red-like color that made the forest in the distance look an incredibly dark green so that it was nearly black yet you could see each individual evergreen. The hotel itself was old, yet quaint and on the cement roof you could tell that even though it might seem old, it was clearly high quality because even though it was the roof, the cement was well smoothed out and there were picnic tables made out of a dark wood with curious lighter-colored whirls with smooth teal green benches that clearly hadn’t been cheap. The air had an incredibly pleasant warm humid feeling and it smelled like all the colorful plants and summer. The smell made everyone feel drowsy yet energized, it was so beautiful and mysterious. In fact, it was so overpowering it made you taste a wonderful taste of flowers that was actually not unpleasant. The hotel smelt of dust, but the place wasn’t as bad as you think it would be. The whole place is fascinating…