Summit House-WCS

When I think of something that I wish I could eat but can’t I think about a sunset. If you think about it, most food that looks really good tastes good. So I think that a sunset would taste great. How I imagine it to taste is.

She had never seen anything so magnificent in her life. It had all started on a numbing winter morning, December 25, 2021, in Norway.

    When I went to Metcalf Pond (Camp Ginger) I would spontaneously take out my phone and take pictures of literally anything. One of my favorites was the pond that we were on. It looked more like a small lake than a pond.

I wonder what joy tastes like? 

Do you think it tastes like cotton candy?

Or even sprinkles?

What if it tasted like jelly beans?

What if it is a liquid?

Like chocolate milk!

Or even Orange juice?

Rain pattered down on her window. Every drop hit the window with its own tone. Its own story. She peered out, watching. There was a single tree. Its leaves, bright and green against the grey sky. This tree stood tall.

One glorious Saturday morning, June got out of bed with a yawn and put on her fuzzy slippers. It was the first morning in her new house. She walked over to the window and opened the curtains. Light bursted into the dark room, waking her eyes up.