Connor


 * it as cold as the north pole
 * it is as big as the empire state building
 * it snows like antartica and is just as icy and cold

I hear tap tap tap taping pencils hitting the paper i hear swoosh as the pencil flies across the paper like a wind storm it is as queit as a mouse

I felt the silky sand hissing through my fingers as i picked it up from the damp ground the light house is as red as a fire truck and as white as a ghoust the branches are as thin as a skeletons fingers and as hard to pick up as a rubery rock i could smeel the ocean like a gaurd dog gaurding its territory from a predator the grass is as brown as moss on a rock