On the bridge
by marzanna_eight_thirty on February 12, 2008
in students
It’s a frosty winter morning. I’m on the bridge joining two parts of the mountain village. I’m carrying some brushwood on my back to heat the house. There are two frozen ponds on my right-hand side. I see kids glide and play on the ice and a group of man fishing from under the ice. There are steep slopes of mountains in the distance. I see the grey sky and birds perched on bare trees. The valley is covered with a thick layer of snow. On my left-hand side I see three hunters with a pack of dogs, returning from the hunt. Near them, some people are moving around a bonfire. I don’t know what exactly they’re doing because they’re too far away.
