Sensory details (Write about a memory and make it come alive to the reader through all 5 senses)

Ever since the first summer I can possibly remember, my dad would take my sister and I out to our cabin up in the Blue Mountains. The drive always seemed so long. I can still remember seeing a particular fir tree at a fork in the gravel road that led out to our cabin. This tree was a sign of being close to the cabin! It was about 15ft tall, transpiring an icy-blue contrast which …

…after I had taken a moment to slow my thoughts to the pace of the natural world around me. The sounds were of summer bugs, an occasional cry of a hawk, a whistling breeze, and the sound of the grass combing against itself. I broke a blade of the golden grass and endorsed it with my mouth, assuring myself that it was existent. It's flavor was dusty and untouched. I am here . I am home.