My Favorite Place

Snow-capped mountains looming over the cool, blue, rippling water. The peaceful sound of water hitting the sandy shores, the wind rustling the leaves whispering words in my earsof memories past. The crisp smell of pine trees overwhelms me, water that smells fresh and clean. Roasted marshmallows that stick to my fingers, creamy milk chocolate that melts in my mouth. The smooth sand that holds footprints like someone's leftover memory, the icy cold water trickling against my feet. Longing for the place where I have spent so many summers.