Poetry journal

My best memory

Climbing up a snowy mountain. Me and my friends are shivering in our boots.

The white snow makes a crunchy sound whenever we take a step.

Breathing cold air into our lungs and exhaling a misty cloud.

Throwing snowballs at each other, laughing and having a good time.

Scarves blowing in the cool wind and small bumps forming on our skin.

Reaching the top and admiring the beautiful view.

Making our way back down after taking pictures to save the memories we made.

In the warm cabin under our warm blankets in front of a fireplace.

Steaming hot cocoa fresh out of the microwave. Burning our tongue as we sip it.