January Disagreements

I breathe in the cool, frosty air.

I breathe in the cold, frigid air.

I look up at the cloudy sky.

I catch a glimpse of the gray sky.

The snow had melted into tiny puddles.

The muddy ground clumps around my shoes.

I watch as my foggy breath escapes the confines of my body.

My breaths are short and stiff, letting out a small mist. 

The sun is obscured by the clouds.

The sun seems to have disappeared.

The bright, frosty air cools my body.

The bitter crisp air surrounds me.

The frost tickles my nose. 

The frost pinches at my skin. 

It has been a long winter. 

This winter was particularly long and cold.

The remnants of a once great snowman lay in the yard.

All that remains of the snowman were his bones. 

January is the best month!

January is the worst month!