When I was told I got to write a blog, I was excited to share some of the many amazing experiences I have had here at The Island School. Unfortunately early last week I ran into a tree during one of our run-swims, and got a concussion. Because of this I have not been able to write about what I anticipated writing about. So instead I would like to share a poem I wrote earlier this semester for literature class. I wrote this poem about how most of us will be going home to the cold very soon. For me personally, I often leave my snowy hometown, Jackson Hole Wyoming for a warmer climate, but always end up coming home and learning to love the snow time and time again. Processed with VSCOcam with b5 preset

Cold Snow cascades to the ground The golden leaves that were once on the trees are now buried until spring Cold The wind feels like a slap in the face as you walk out the door You try to walk but the glistening ice stares you in the face Cold Your fingers are as blue as the sky Your nose as red as the fire Cold You want to leave but The snow pulls you back time after time Cold