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 distinguished it from the surrounding forestry. The center glistened with a dim and tranquil emerald tint and its florescent orange colored candles flared from its limbs like flames. The lengthy arms continually…