The Five Senses

• Kyra Bromfield, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2011

i step out my front door and see footprints lying in the snow. it's foogy and misty outside. when i breathe, i can see my breath in the cold air. As i head towards the forest, i hear two birds singing to one another across a tall, damp, pine tree with dew driping down from the leaves and branches. I look up to look at the two birds but i'm blinded by the sun seeping through the branches. i block out the sunlight with my hand and keep on moving forwards. i take a brief pause as i can hear something within the woods, but it is very faint. i follow it and it leads me to a narrow river. it's got all sorts of pebbles lying beneath the tricking water and when i look to the other side of the river, i notice that there is a log lying dead across it. it's so beautiful, i crouch down beside the river to get a closer look and i reach out and touch the water with the very end of my finger tips. i instantly pull them away bringing up water as i go along beacuse the coldness of the water is too much to bear. i walk over a few steps towards a large rock and jump on top of it. i breathe a deep breath of the cold air. it tastes fresh, like you've just brushed your teeth and it's minty fresh.i close my eyes and take in all that nature has to offer. As i finish my breath and open my eyes again, i jump off from the rock. the rock was slippery and had mosss crawling all around it. as i jump off, i crunch old, autumn leaves and brittle branches. i move over and climb around logs and more large rocks and finally reach the top of a mountain that didn't look as far up as it was when you were up there. i gaze out to the sight that i'm seeing and realise the magnificence of nature.