an online journal of student writing
by Rachel Lindemann
It is like this…
Busy but peaceful.
Cousins playing and chatting.
The taste of root beer and peppermint comes to mind.
The house has that familiar smell that is indescribable.
It cannot be replaced, just like Granny and Grandpa.
The farm outside is always fun.
The view is my favorite.
The blue sky bouncing off the pond with rolling hills frames the perfect picture.
It smells fresh, bright, and joyful.
That is how I always feel.