How much snow will we get this time? 2017.01.25
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It snowed again here on Sunday, it didn't stick for very long, but I wondered if it would build up again like it did that day in November...
I awaken, my feet cold under the sheets. The room is strangely quiet as I slip out of bed and look out the window. I see the world covered in a sea of white snow. I hurry to get dressed and start for the front door. Today I will walk through my snow-covered town.
I stop at the door, silently watching the snow fall. The tiny ice crystals drift peacefully down from the sky, covering the world in white. The door creaks as I open it, and I carefully step onto the front entrance so as not to slip and fall. As I walk down the steps and to the sidewalk, The white, cottony powder covers the branches of the trees. As I walk down the sidewalk, I see cars resting under a thick layer of snow. I continue to the parking space and scrape some snow off of one of the car windows, looking inside. The powder chills my hand, so I put my hand inside my pocket to warm it. The snow begins to fall harder. I wander around the car, crunching the snow under my feet.
I continue walking and scoop some snow from the ground into my hand. After shaping the snow into a rough sphere, I throw it at a tree trunk. The snow scatters. The snow falls even harder, making it hard to see. I close my eyes and feel myself being bombarded with tiny pieces of ice. After the snow subsides, I continue through the sea of white.
I brush against a tree, and the snow falls to the ground like powdered sugar.
The icy air whistles around my ears, causing my skin to tingle and sting. Fingers and toes are numb, but it's a good feeling. Snug inside my many layers of clothes, nothing can spoil the overwhelming feeling of being taken back to childhood. The urge to make a snowball is all consuming and I have to restrain myself from lying down on the floor and making a snow angel. Every step I take leaves a fresh, crisp footprint in the snow, as if I am the only person to have ever been here. Snowflakes fall gently from the sky, tickling the end of my nose and tempting me to stick out my tongue and have a taste.
The airs smells pure and fresh. Everything seems quieter, almost muffled. There is a sense of serenity in the atmosphere.
From New York city by way of Maui,Hawaii.
Half Japanese, Half Native Hawaiian/Jewish American.
I like tennis, BBQ, discovering new beverages, And watching the waves of people go by in the busy city.