Garden of Wonders
Here everything is white!What’s the surprise? Mom smiles, without answering. I blow and it steams up the icy car window. The road from Beille climbs into a large forest. Mom shows me the valley below. It’s so small from up here. Quentin, my little brother, jumps onto the seat: snow! on the side of the road, then on the fir trees.
We arrive on a gigantic plateau. Dad stops the car in a very large parking lot. I’ve never seen so much snow. It’s awe-inspiring: the peaks, the fir trees, the mountain– everything is white, everywhere you look.