Beige Twist

I had to write a 'personal experience' essay for school. So I came up with this. It happened five or six years ago, but it's one of those memories that's stuck for a while. Thought I would post it up. Haven't written anything for a long time now, so it probably still needs work. It's called Beige Twist.

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As I opened the door that led outdoors, the sunlight fanned onto the wood floor below. It was a sunny, breezy, and slightly chilly fall afternoon. Around 2 o’clock I would say.
Because of the rather dusty and bland building we were in, me and my friends, Thomas and Hannah, made our way outside. As soon as we hit the dusty ground outside, it seemed as if the wind knew it. A large gust swept through the pine trees above and flew down onto us. It felt very refreshing after coming out from the stuffy house.
It was then that Thomas pointed out towards a nearby cemetery and exclaimed, “Guys! Look!”
We all turned to the cemetery and saw what Thomas had gotten so excited about. A large dirt devil, composed of mostly dead leaves, was slowly sweeping its way down the grassy plains of the cemetery. It was picking more and more leaves up as it made its way through.
It was filled with beaming colors of brown, orange, and yellow, right as the sun glazed onto it. Under a pure blue sky, it stood out with amazing brilliance.
Me, Thomas, and Hannah all looked at each other, with the same thoughts all racing through our heads. We then simultaneously bolted towards the whirling funnel. The sound of the roaring whirlwind coated out ears with a rush of noise. We crossed from the dirt path and onto the grassy plain that the twister had been festering. Thankfully it was a slow moving dirt devil, giving us time to get closer to it. Although Thomas fell behind, tripping on a tomb stone hidden in the grass.
Me and Hannah neared the twister. The noise from the leaves clattering against each other combined with the unending gushes of wind, were enough to get us all pumped about the now close funnel. The only other thing you could hear in the background was Thomas’ classic gut laugh that he projected on too many occasions. You could hear it a mile away and know who it was. We entered the twister, breaking the barrier of blown up debris.
The leaves clashed against my face, and the wind reaped through my hair. After that, it all cleared, and we were in the center. It was epic. The noise, the leaves, the sky, it all added to the moment. And yes, Thomas was still laughing his head off.
The center of the funnel was devoid of any leaves, just a plain green grassy circle about two yards wide. But around us, it seemed like there was a wall, a barrier, of leaves spinning violently outside the grassy circle. It was like if you were to reach out and touch the slicing leaves, you would lose your finger due to its speed. Every so often you could see a glimpse of Thomas rushing to us, amidst the spinning leaves. He had a stupid grin on his face. He was probably recovering from his painful laughing episode. Me and Hannah began laughing in the sheer moment and sat down in the grass.
The twister finally began to settle and quiet down. Like confetti, the leaves started to slowly sprinkle down and rest quietly on the ground around us, and it all came to a calm hush.