Walking through the deep, thick snow, the icy air whistles around my ears and causes my skin to tingle and sting. Despite this sensation, I am overwhelmed with a sense of nostalgia from my childhood winter days, as I am snugly wrapped in many layers of clothes. The urge to make a snowball is all-consuming, but I must restrain myself from lying down in the middle of the street to make a snow angel. Every step leaves behind fresh, crisp footprints in the snow that appear as if no one has ever ventured here before. Snowflakes gently fall from the sky and tickle my nose while tempting me to taste them by sticking out my tongue. The heavy load of snow on tree branches cause them to bend towards the ground like a dog shaking off water. Everything glistens against the pure white blanket that spreads
...as far as the eye can see; colors are brighter and houses become works of art with their undisturbed snowy roofs and sharp icicles that will soon shatter into a million pieces upon falling to earth.Children jump about excitedly on their day off school, fillingthe snowy winter day with laughter and fun.The older ones confidently strut around throwing snowballs at anything that stands still long enough while smaller kids try avoiding incoming missile attacks by cowering or scattering away.Girls scream and hide from relentless waves of snowballs amidst childrenof different sizes and ages enjoying their time in this picturesque setting.On one hand, snowmen are being lovingly made with cold, wet hands on every corner despite the treacherous roads that make it impossible for cars to be driven. On the
other hand, there is a young boy who is unable to move due to being wrapped up tightly in so many clothes that he can barely breathe. His scarf and hat meet leaving only a small slit for his eyes to cautiously peek out from. The padding of his all-in-one suit has frozen him like a starfish making it impossible for him to bend his arms or legs. Nevertheless, snowmen creations come in different shapes and sizes including fat ones, thin ones, wobbly ones and tiny ones adding to the serene atmosphere where everything seems quieter - almost muffled - as if enhancing its tranquility. Eventually however, all will be left is grey dirty slush along with memories of another rare snowy day.
