Emma, 13The soft gentle breeze brushing the rich, dark green bush that stretches beyond what the eye can see. A heavy drop of water lands on my neck trickling down my spine. A West Coat rain shower on the verge of the sister mountains.The delicate clean fresh air gently drifts past my nose. It smells of bush, 100% native forest. The commanding waves crash over the distant sand bar, the surge of water being dragged back out to sea. I take a moment, to digest my favourite place. Silence.The mix of fresh water and salty air evaporating into the skies.