What I have always thought was cool are the windmills which produce electrical energy. You can find them in desserts or plains, and I’ve seen them in Hawaii. As I stared from the balcony of the hotel, the bright reflection of the sun bounced off the ocean’s surface and captivated my soul. I heard the rhythmic sound of sneakers passing by, I felt the warm, moist air smoothly wrap around my ankles, and I heard exotic birds chirping somewhere in the distance. But what made me feel alive the most were the windmills that stood proudly on the elevated plains of this beautiful land. They were there to tell us we should drive all across the island to play with the wind on kite boards. We always stayed in the hotel if the propellers were almost still. I really can’t describe how excited my uncle was at the sight of quickly spinning propellers, him being a huge sport enthusiast; with one glance to the plains he was ready in an instant to drive all the way to the kite surfing area.
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