Description of Arenal Volcano

Here's the description of Arenal that I wrote the evening I saw the volcano.

Diamonds glistening in the dark, rock of fiery red gently pushing from Arenals cone.

Natures beauty would be served a hard blow if I had attempted to capture the natural wonders of tonight. There are times when a picture is worth a thousand words, there are also times when a word is worth a thousand pictures; and tonight was one of those moments. Except for the words of my pen, the ability to understand the natural wonders of this evening would only be possible by personal experience.

The night carried a translucent hue, similar to a deep sea dive when all is still except the headmasters beam. Bolts from the distance illuminated the silent sky, creating a silhouette of the giant above. Silence, overtaken by the chirps of crickets, the musical animation of a bottle cap collector, and the tumble of rocks as they emitted from the mouth of the fiery dragon. Deep breaths, similar to a slumbered beast kept our anticipation for a smoldering trail of creation alive. In a gradual state of expression, lights would emit from the tips of the volcanos crest; Eventually, the heavy, yet systematic breathing would cease and in it's place a stampede of red rock would begin making it's way to it's new home of slumber.