The sky hid its blue with a foggy gray wash. The air fooled us into thinking it was fall not summer. The wind seemed to laugh at us as we stepped out of the car onto the sandy shoreline of the lake. The lake showed its greatness that day. To Goldie was, it was big enough to make her eyebrows stretch up to her forehead and her eyeballs show nearly all of their blue color and shape.

Twenty steps onto the cold, clumpy sand, I stopped. “Why are were here again?” I crossed my arms because I was not only disgusted but because it helped warm the shiver a little.

“Because, it is there! ” said Papa Bear ( Goldie’s dad) . “Even on a day like this. And no one else knows what it looks like today.”

“Well, I’m cold.” I whinned. My ears expected to hear Goldie whine too. But the wind continued to laugh over any whining. No one likes a whiner.

Goldie had flipped off her shoes, peeled off her socks, and was tip toeing towards the place where the water tapped the sand over and over again. Goldie’s dad and brother began to throw sticks and any rock that would make a big plunk in the wild waves. I was the only one wishing the sky were blue, the water was calm and sparkling, and the sand was bright and warm. I stood, stared, and began wondering and squeezing my eyes to try to see something absolutely amazingly wonderful in that moment. But it was impossible.

A suitable matching color for the word impossible is gray or black. I was looking at both of those colors in full view. The water was gray and in some places black. The sky was too. The sand a dark brown. If I stooped down to write impossible in the sand, it would stay there forever. The lake waves would not wash the word away.

“Hey you! I am here! Look!” a voice shouted louder than the laughing of the wind and the roar of the waves.

Goldie stood with her arms stretched out on either side. Her hair blew back. She closed her eyes and smiled. She wiggled her toes in the cold wet water drenched sand.

“Hey! It’s me! Do you see?” she cried.

The waves splashed against her legs. Her rolled up pants were getting soaked. Her hair starting to curl and drip drops from her forehead.

“Impossible!” I thought.

My shiver disappeared. The sky started to turn a pale blue. The lake’s waves looked a sparkling green even without the sun.

“WOW! You!” Goldie exclaimed and raised her arms up to shake hands with the pale blue sky.

“How do you like the lake?” asked Papa Bear.

“It it absolutely impossible!” I said smiling.