For the first time, I experienced frost. Living in a concrete jungle, I had never woken up to a thin blanket of small white crystals lining the grass. I walked out of my cabin and into the early morning cold to admire the white ground. My cabin mates all rushed out of the cabin, eager to make their first tracks on the frozen tundra. It was so exciting. I thought nothing could be prettier.
Then came the Saturday night which I will never forget. At around 6 o’clock, it started to snow. Big, fluffy snowflakes fell to the ground. After dinner, Ben, my math teacher, made an announcement saying that each cabin had to get a shovel so that we wouldn’t slip on our cabin steps. Michelle and I also got two shovels for the CEE. Without any gloves, we trod through the already thick and fluffy snow. We stopped and watched the white snowflakes against the black sky. After admiring the snowfall, we continued our walk towards the illuminated building. When we reached the boardwalk, we got ready to shovel, and in unison, we started to push. Without saying a word, we walked side by side, sometimes chuckling and sometimes listening to the trees whisper to us.
It was 7:30 p.m. We had been shoveling for twenty minutes. Our hands were turning purple and we were getting tired. The snow kept falling. We were scheduled to meet for Game Night at 8:00. We looked behind at the work we had already done. It looked like we hadn’t even shoveled. This was quite disappointing, considering we were very cold and we had been working for quite some time. We continued down the boardwalk and ran into Claire. We greeted her with shivering lips and acknowledged the fact that we were about to run into each other. I learned that it was Claire’s first time shoveling snow! Because of that, I left her a strip of snow along the bridge as thick as the shovel so she could get a satisfying run with the big tool.
Chewonki in the snow was gorgeous. I wish that everyone got to experience it. It was like you had stepped into the wardrobe in The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. Walking with my new friends, holding their hands and dancing in the snow– I could not have asked for more.
-Mia Ritter, New York, NY