Woods Descriptive Writing

The startling sounds of my alarm clock causes me to shoot forward from my bed. After my short lived panic I remember why I am waking up before the sun. I fumble through the darkness gathering my hunting gear before snatching up my shoes as I head towards the door. Pausing briefly in the cluttered mudroom, I pull my brown boots over my aching feet. I throw the door open and step into the misty fog. I look to my left and see the sun slowing coming over the horizon. I watch as it fades from a dark purple to a dull red and I realize that soon it will be blazing yellow. It alone will be my guide as I venture solemnly into the woods. The forest is bustling with life as I walk through the labyrinth of trees skyscraper high.
I walk across the dense
earth, leaves crackle under the pressure of my hefty waders. Glancing forward I see a variety of trees everything from the evergreen Pines to the now dormant Oaks. I skim the area, my eyes adjusting to the expanding, yellow light, finally falling on a unusually hyper squirrel bounding up a heavily mossed trunk of a towering tree. The animal's erratic behavior causes a stir in the otherwise serene wilderness. A family of smoky grey rabbits scurry out of the thick brush across the winding trail that I am following. The uplifting sound of birds singing their morning song penetrates the air, surrounding me, and enters my ears. I suppress the urge to whistle along with their joyous tunes.
Lowrance 2
Hiking further towards my destination, keeping my trained eyes pointed down, I spot a line of deep-seated buck tracks implanted in the red Georgia clay.
I follow the tracks until they meet a wide, boisterous stream of sparkling, clear water. I extend my cupped hands towards the water to draw out a cold drink. I gaze upwards at the illuminated sky. The straight rays of sunlight beam through the overhead canopy and I realize I must move quicker in a race against time. I rush down the trail, my gear weighing me down, and my heart beat quickening with each and every step.
Inhaling, I feel the warm air entering my lungs as I journey forward on my expedition. The immense weight of my hunting gear pulls me towards the ground. In exhaustion I stop and look around for a decent tree to put my stand in. I spot a high reaching tree a couple of yards in front of me and decide that this is where I will stopover for the remainder of my excursion. Climbing the tree into the thin, rising fog I adjust myself to the spectacular, inspiring view that always seems to take my breath away. Upon my throne, mounted in the outlying branches, I am awe stricken by the bright, golden rays of the sun highlighting the forest floor beneath me and continue to watch as the woodland creatures dance their way
around.
The sky is a brilliant blue that is captivating. It serves as the perfect frame for the elevated, blistering sun that has been my sole companion during this trek into the valley. I become in tranced by the glorious sights and harmonizing sounds of the presence of the natural world around me. The commotion of civilization and of the startling sound of my alarm buzzing is a distant memory and I achieve a state of nirvana. I am home.