Watching as the trees below me get smaller
the snow falls swiftly to the ground
like teardrops
g
n
i
s
i
r
higher and higher
as the cold ice hits my face
sharp blades against my cheeks.
watching as everyone slides gracefully down the mountain.
with poles in their hands.
And the trees dance with the cold winter wind.
I inhale the cool, crisp air
and watch.
then realize,
winter is all i need.
Gorzycki Middle School
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