A Winter Day

Something I wrote for school.

The trees looked bare, and the brown frosted leaves crunched below my muddy sneakers, which were on the verge of falling apart. I pulled my hood farther over my head trying desperately to block out the chill of winter’s icy kiss. I missed the sun, the birds, and the wind blowing through my long, shoulder length, soft brown hair, on a beautiful summer day. I missed the blue skies, with the cotton candy clouds, the trees whose leaves blew softly in the wind, and the pools of water that seemed to call my name, begging me to break the still surface. It was all gone now, but I could only hope it would return soon.

          My pale white hands became numb, and I instinctively blew hot air from my mouth on them, in attempt to cease the burning, tingling feeling. I kept reaching for my black fur hooded coat’s zipper, to pull it up, and get warmer, but each time I remembered it was as far as it would go. I looked at the gray, empty sky, with my bright, hopeful, light blue eyes and silently begged the clouds to unblock the sun’s rays.

          I pulled my shirt over my seemingly frost bitten nose, and urged myself onward against the strong, and unforgiving winds. My pale face made my freckles stand out boldly. I heaved a sigh of annoyance as I began to see small white flecks fall from the sky, and I gave up the vain attempt of keeping my hood up, as it fell yet again. Soon I came upon a small log cabin with a tire swing, and an unfortunately dieing garden in the front yard.

Hope gleamed again in my eyes, and a bright smile formed on my face, as I saw smoke rising from the ancient stone chimney. I walked through the door, taking off my dilapidating shoes, and tossed them beside the doorway. I closed the door and sighed with relief as I greeted with the roaring fire. I threw my coat, which always smelled like burning wood, on her carved wooden rocking chair. I moved closer to the fire warming my shivering body, and the melting snow came off in drops off her hair, causing the fire to sizzle. After I was warmed I moved a chair to the window, watching the ever changing sky, knowing I was one day closer to summer again.