The morning is dark and gray. It is cold I feel like an icicle. It is all snowy. It’s white. It’s calm and quite. Too quite. I feel like there is no life. It’s just a barren rock. The day is so cold I can barely breathe. It’s now dark I can’t see a thing. I can’t even see my hand in front of my face but I know that it’s there but I can’t see it because it’s so dark. The animals that are there stay in groups. I can’t wait to go home and see my family.