Creative writing

Waking up surrounded by a thick blanket the size of a cloud, a smell of the old wood built in this chalet gave me instant flashbacks of my childhood. I knew it was going to be a good day. I turn around to look out side the window and it was as if a child’s Christmas dream was right in front of me, a monstrous amount of snow hailing and piling up to at least up to my knees. I slowly go down stairs hearing the creaking of the wooden stairs and also the mouth-watering,sizzling sound of breakfast, my favorite breakfast, sausage and eggs. I sit down and I grab the bread fresh from the bakery and dip it into the dull yellow yolk and take a bite, the luscious taste, the amazing view of snow and the warm coziness around me is wanting me to stay here forever. I look at the sausage still sizzling and changing colour. This was the best way to wake up in the life of a skier

I finished my breakfast and now I am ready to go out and relax with the amazing scene of mother nature and amazing smell of fresh air in the high mountains. As I leave the chalet I hear the fresh snow crunching underneath my enormous moon boots. and see vibrant colors where ever I look , the pearl white snow, the baby blue sky and the little chalets across the whole resort ‘La Plagne’. I wait for the bus and I still smell the fresh baguettes from the bakery leaving me dazed and also the laughter of little kids in the background. The bus arrived and as I enter I feel the warm air slap my face as I enter it. People talking in excitement about how beautiful the mountains are looking, but I just sat back, closed my eyes and was waiting until I arrived.

Waking up from the excitement of people as I woke up I quickly try to leave the bus first and it was that gorgeous smell again, the fresh air and snow. I breathe through my nose and out my mouth and I see the vapor leave my mouth like volcano. I click my skis into space and I was ready to enjoy this beautiful day. The snow freshly patterned on the hills felt like I was flying and in a matter of seconds I arrive at the ski lifts. I get on the ski lifts and I feel the fierce wind attacking my face. I lift my balaclava up and I arrived at the top, slowly start going down the amazing slopes. Hearing the rustling of the trees as I pass by like a torpedo at high speeds is one of the reasons I come here, the view from the sky-high altitude from here leaves me astonished as I can see everything in this resort.

I reach the bottom of the slope and I go inside to order a coffee for my self. I sit down and take a sip of the boiling coffee and it runs down my throat warming up my whole body in a matter of seconds. As usual i thought i have been here for a few minutes, but unfortunatley my time is up in my favourite place, my second home, the French alps.

It was time to say goodbye. I look at the whole setting and it blows my mind, the clouds closing leaves me surrounded with a mysterious mist and a howling wind. I wait for the bus and I hear little kids asking for one more go on the slopes, I hear people talking about how much fun they had. I enter the bus and I sleep as fast as a baby. When we arrived I was in a deep sleep but the bus driver wakes me up and apologizes for having to wake me up. I get up stairs and the heavy snow continues to fall. The noise of the old stairs carry on creaking. I have a quick shower and I get ready to pack my bags for a miserable journey back to London.