Page 18 - The Window_ A Foundations' Style Rapier

Every year, I make round trips to the surface of the Earth. In the
winter, I lay with my raindrop siblings on our bed of clouds as the
temperature freezes us into little ice crystals. The cold weather
paints a different ornate pattern on my body every time, which
makes everything a surprise for me. When the time comes for the
myriad of raindrops to fall, our clouds dissipate and we gingerly
drop down like feathers. We flutter to the ground quietly and

Winter smoothly, which contradicts our summer plummets. Our trip to
the surface flows slow enough that I can take in the view of the
Wonderland winter wonderland that I slowly entered. A warm, fuzzy feeling

Anonymous spreads around me as I rejoice my winter trip to the surface of the
Writer, Class of Earth. Swift-footed white-tailed deer bound across the white

2026 terrain as snowy owls swoop through the canopies. If I look closely
enough, I could see the dens that act as slumber chambers for
hibernation. Bundled-up children run about with their scarves
dangling from their necks and their colorful hats sitting upon
their head. Genial-looking snowmen and abandoned snow forts
cover the ground, which crumble overnight, await the return of
the children.
As I reach the ground, a pillowy landing spot made of my
friends and family greets me. Eventually, I lose my delicate design
of ice and turn back into liquid as I ascend back into the sky.
After a quick recess, I prepare myself to return to the bountiful
winter wonderland that lies below.

A Light in All of

Us
Anonymous

Photographer,
Class of 2026

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