May 28, 2018
Dear Diary,
Today I saw the most incredible thing, ice. I had no idea what it was until it told me its name. But it was cold and swept up and over me in a cold, wet hug. Boy was I surprised. I asked the ice what it was doing and it said it was shaping the mountains, my home. Why did we need a new shape? My home towered over the land below and I could see everything, I didn’t want to lose that. The ice informed me I would always have my view.
June 05, 2018
Dear Diary,
Today the ice left. I had grown accustomed to its company. The ice had left before but always returned. The ice said it won’t return this time. The ice was right though. Even though my home was rounded, we still had our incredible view. I moved around some on the mountain and am lower than I was before, but that is OK.
June 10, 2018
Dear Diary,
I met a person today. However I don’t think met is the right term. They didn’t stay for long. One of the people sat on me and sung a song, like a bird sings, but this song was a song about traveling. I would have liked this person to stay longer and sing more. Perhaps the person will return.
June 12, 2018
Dear Diary,
More people showed up, but they seemed to be in more of a hurry and that they didn’t quite know where they were going. I watched one group just start digging and not stop. So many of the other rocks just kept falling. It was scary to watch my home change, much faster than when the ice came.
June 13, 2018
Dear Diary,
This time the people hiked right past me and stood at the top of my home being loud, and then hiked back the way they came. This was the weirdest and I am not quite a fan.
June 15, 2018
Dear Diary,
I have seen many people go past me, but today was probably the strangest of all. Today the people came with strange things on their heads and weird extensions of their arms. The people moved me and moved me some more. When they were done they kept turning me around until I was right next to a rock I had never met before. We were smooshed together and the people seemed happy.
June 18, 2018
Dear Diary,
Everyday I watch people go by and some sing. It is weird to think that once I was shaped by ice and watched my home be shaped by ice and now I just watch people shape my home. I wonder what tomorrow will bring?
