My Favorite Place

The forest has always been one of many spots I’m comfortable with. But a winter forest is my safe place. As I walk past all the laughing children playing in the sparkling snow by the forest line, I slip a peppermint into my warm mouth. I leave a fresh, crisp footprint in the snow with every step I take, as if I'm the only person to walk here. I am tempted to stick out my tongue and taste the snowflakes falling from the sky. I am compelled to make a snowball at every opportunity, and I must restrain myself from making a snow angel on the ground. There is a dazzling gleam to the entire world, as if a fairy had sprinkled her dust over it all. It is easier to see the vibrant colors against the pure white blanket that covers every inch of the ground. The houses become works of art, with their beautiful undisturbed snowy roofs. Aerials and chimneys become sculptures, taking on new forms. It’s beautiful.

As I walk into the forest, the smell of pine trees fills the air. As well as the aroma of spruce needles, cedarwood, amber, and sandalwood. The cold, frosty air whisking against my skin. I feel my ears tingle and sting as icy air whistles around them. There is a pleasant feeling of numbness in my fingers and toes. The fluffy, soft snow falling onto the ground around me. The rough tree bark in the wintery white forest. The pure white snow on the deep brown bark makes the scene more captivating. It almost feels… Magical.

I look up at the deep blue sky with the shining sun as the snow dances around me. The glowing sun made the snow look like glitter. In the distance, birds chirping, branches breaking under the fresh, glazed snow. Everything seems quieter, almost muffled. There is a sense of serenity in the atmosphere.

As I am wrapped in layers of clothing, it's hard to imagine anything ruining this feeling. I sit underneath a beautiful, snowy tree. The snow like pillows on the icy, cold ground are softer than the ones at home. I lay my head against the deep brown trunk of the tree. I grab my book out of my blue fury, winter coat. I relax and listen peacefully to the snow dropping onto the ground like water dripping in a sink. I read my book slowly, so I can take in every little bit of the outside air. Soon enough it starts getting dark, and the snow whispering as it comes down a little harder than before, I hurry and shut my book. As I am wrapped in layers of clothing, it's hard to imagine anything ruining this feeling.

I slowly walk back to the cabin, where I know I smell hot chocolate and the fire burning inside. I take in one last breath of the snowy, winter wonderland air. I walk in, starting to take off my snowy boots, and fluffy coat, as my mom finished making hot chocolate. I pullover a warm cashmere sweater over my cold body and cuddle up with a pillow in the bay window. She brings me the delicious, tasty drink, and I slowly guzzle it down. The hotness in my mouth feels amazing. I look outside and watch as the snow outside begins to pile up on the icy, cold ground. I wish it would stay like this forever. A cabin in the winter woods, with no one around. This is the safest place for me, and it will soon all be over.