My time here at Snowy has been like the sky and the colours of the day. It started with a sunrise. The morning star shinning like a light casting hope across the future that I can’t yet see. The nerves and excitement for the new day blending into an orange mix of beauty and worry. But as the sun starts to rise and cast its fiery light across the mist covered land, the nerves slowly leaked away, but the mist still holds thick, with thoughts about the day to come. As the fog lifts I realize that I have passed through the first hardest part. Leaving everything familiar with the previous day as it disappears.

As they sky molds into a blue and I am faced with another challenge. One I will find more difficult than the rest as I move through the world scaling any mountain that decides to turn my way, not alone, but with people to help me along my path. Both friends and allies, catching me as I fall. But as I get to the top of the hill the sky has turned a pinky-yellow. Time to begin the departure for the next day. The sun drawing away with it the people who have helped me along the road. We cling to each other and even when the sun lazily sinks below the horizon we sneak memories and thoughts to stay together even across the next day and the day after that.

The evening star rises as twilight vanishes and dusk starts to fall, throwing a darkness across the land as I think of the memories left behind in the day, but when I look up the moon and stars shine above me. My old friends, my old life. The light draws me back to my peaceful place. It is then I realize that just because a new day has begun, it doesn’t mean my time has been spent poorly. I still have friends and when the sunrise turns that orange colour. The mist rises again, and the cycle begins again. The morning star bringing with it new challenges and the promos of an adventure.

By Rose - Rosebud Secondary College