My Perfect Dream Place

My Perfect Dream Place

A white, fluffy snow covers the Colorado peaks like a fuzzy, thick blanket. The snow is like a big overstuffed pillow ripped apart, spilling white cotton over everything. It is snow so fluffy that when laid down on it makes one believe that they are in heaven, floating around the sky on a feathery cloud. The mountains look like a picture out of National Geographic. There is not one sign of human disturbance anywhere.

The mountain creek only flows when the sun is warm enough to melt some of the snow. The mountain creek cuts through the snow like boiling hot water through a block of ice. The creek looks like a miniature Grand Canyon, except instead of a river cutting through rock it is a creek cutting through the powdery snow. At some places the creek disappears under the white, fluffy snow only to reappear the same as before. The creek flows down the mountainside making a bubbling noise as it flows through the jagged and rounded rocks. The creek is very shallow like a bathtub filled for a tiny baby. You can see many of the brown, green, and blue rocks through the clear water. There are many living things in this creek, such as microorganisms. Even though they are so microscopically small you can’t see them, you know they are there. It ends at a petite lake that a giant, glassy mirror reflects the snow-covered peaks all around it.

The lake is a bright blue that most people never really see except in their imagination. The lake is unspoi...