Rocks. That was all we could see as we climbed the beautiful mountainside. The top was chilly, but the view was clear. An ombre turquoise blue ocean stood before us, as the Atlantic wind whipped at our faces.  The jagged edges of the mountainside cut through the deep waves at the bottom. I think that if I were to look at the mountain with an aerial view, that it would look even nicer. Even though the rocks were sharp, the lush green grass at the top transformed the mountain into something somewhat kinder in a way. The way it waved in the wind was like coral in the sea, waving “hi” to passersby. I wanted to say hi back, but at that moment the wind became so strong, that we were blown a few feet down the hillside, and the waves crashed halfway up the cliff on one side of the mountain. We took the last of our looks and left that mountainside. The grass waving “hi” to the ocean, and the ocean waving back.