The Great Wall

By Stephen Cao

After I placed one foot outside the Gondola, I was astounded by what I saw. Standing on the 2500 year old bricks, I gazed down and saw miles and miles of the great wall until the fog devoured them at the end. I had a burdensome backpack with me and soon after drops of sweat started running down my back. The day was so hot that I felt the heat was starting to be summer’s enemy. In the air, there was still a small lingering of pollution and gas but, I tried to ignore it as I climbed the large stone steps. Finally, I got to the top and glanced around. I felt like an ant compared to the immense dimensions of the glimmering sky and the long road that stretched out for hundreds of miles.