Big Bear Lake

We drive through the clouds.
The cabin is as cozy and warm as hot cocoa.
The snow burns as cold as ice cream in a freezer.
I want to hold it but have to let go.
It’s hard to make a snowman.
My mom and I made a little one
and took a picture.
Mountains smell like candles.
Pine cones are as sticky as honey and bread.
The icicles hanging from the cabin’s roof
are as sharp as a pointy pencil.

Jade P, 5th Grade

I didn't want to post this being as it was written by someone so young and I wanted a more of an adult appeal to this blog, but it grew on me. The writer seems to express their experiences (in Big Bear which I love BTW) so simply, and that is precisely what makes it great. The simplicity of a child's thoughts. Sometimes we adults forget how it was to feel this way.