My Place

by Arianna Dominguez

The cold Canadian wind against my face.

White sparkling flakes covers the ground.

Every child yelling “it’s a snow day, it’s a snow day.”

Hear kids walking down 152 street and cars yelling at the traffic.

And smell of hot chocolate fills the air.

Icy cold crystals hang from peoples houses as if they were meant to be there.

This is just a normal day in the winterland of Canada.