The Lion's Pride Volume 11 (Winter 2019) | Page 39

Snow Lake
Ann Marie Bercaw
After trekking up a dusty mountain side, a whoosh of wind swept past me
as I summited the ridge line. From the top of the ridge, peeking through
the trees, lay a sparkling lake. A pinwheel of colors, bright turquoise
mixed with a deep blues, glistened throughout Snow Lake.