I can’t wait for summer. winter in Greymouth it is raining like icicles dripping on a warm winter day also grey gloomy and windy but also sometimes sunny like a pleasant radiant day but with a fresh cold briskey breeze. Although you can’t go swimming as much in winter you can still play sports. Sometimes I imagine the cold white fresh snow powdering the ground like a baker briskly powdering a brown cake with icing sugar. The soft but brisk frost covers the car and as I wipe it off my hand send sharp sleek shivers down my hand.

Free Writing

 I sat outside, as the brisk wind blew violently; I wasn’t cold though because I had my thick warm puffer jacket on like a sheep with its wool. As i sat there of the on the balcony gazing at the stars I saw a shooting star swoop past the moon, suddenly a massive gust of wind passed by and it nearly pushed me off my seat like a bird nudging the others to leave the nest and fly away.