Enzo, 13In my mouth I can taste the steam from the cold water and the fish and chips in my mouth. The lake floor covered in rocksnot slithers against my knees while I am swimming. Emerging out of the water I feel the warm calm wind brush against my face. I can see the people swimming right past my face and the people jumping off the rocks into the water. I can hear the birds chattering along in the trees across the river. I can smell the salty air passing right by my nose.