WinterMorning

A possible start to a story or a chapter, either really. Any positive criticism will be great.Thanks

He stepped out of the small shack and was hit immediately by the harsh winter cold. The soft crunch of the frost was a refreshing sound to his cold ears. Each leaf was caked in its own little  layer of frost that glistened as the sun cut through the thick, sprouting, towering branches of the trees. He stepped out further;deeply inhaled..... the cool air rising up through his nostrils was as refreshing as anything he had ever experienced. High up somewhere in the overbearing trees a perched cardinal sang its magnificent morning tune. A tune that once heard would never be forgotten

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[Dodi]

George man that's actually pretty good for an intro keep it up brother