Year 7 Camp

I can hear…… the whistle of the wind flushing my eardrums.

I can see…….. The little dots of people waiting for the t-bar.

I smell………… the cold air whipping at my hair.

I can taste……. the cold breeze blowing over the fields of snow.

I can feel……… the chilly air rushing into the tops of my gloves.
By Mackenzie