Winter Nights

Here I am, standing in the middle of the street in a dream like state. The air is bitter, my arms are shivering, and the tears that I am crying have turned to ice.I don’t remember how I got here or why I am here, but all I can think about is the beauty surrounding me. I look around me and the only thing disrupting the beautiful white blanket of snow, are footprints, my footprints. The yellowish streetlights, light up the white blanket and make the, what should be perfectly white snow, have an eerie yellow tint to it, which if you ask me, takes away from the pure beauty of what I am seeing. Maybe it was my subconscious that took me here; I have always thought that winter was a pretty season but not like this. There is something different about tonight. Tonight I am aware of more than what is right in front of me. I can smell the crisp cold air filling my nostrils, with the most pure and clean scent that one could ever smell. I get down on my knees, the deep snow cushioning, yet freezing my legs (shorts were not smart to wear tonight) and with my bare hands I touch the snow. For some reason the snow doesn’t feel normal. It feels almost like a watery powder, as I lift it up to examine it, I spread my fingers and the snow trickles back to the ground between them. As I start to stand up, the howling of the wind ringing through my ears startles me. I feel as if I have lost all of my other senses and all I have to rely on is hearing, it is so piercing and clear. Then, I look to the sky. The sky is a dark navy blue, a very cloudy night, with a full moon hiding somewhere behind the gray pillow like clouds. The snow was still falling from the sky, so very slowly might I add? I close my eyes, lift my arms like a bird, throw my head back, open my mouth and stick my tongue out to catch the slow moving snow. I taste the drops on my tongue, like actually tasted the snow. I don’t think I have ever done this before, it felt so cold, so refreshing, and so revitalizing, hitting my tongue that I can’t remember why I was ever crying before. 

Reviews

[Kyle Wynn]

The imagery was excellent. It reminded me of nights back in my hometown before it got bigger.

[Relic]

I agree there are errors in this as far as punctuation and sentence structure but I like the fact that it was nature's falling snow and the wonderment of it that made you see what you could not see before. At times, it is things like that this that cheer us up when we did not expect it.

[viola]

Good imagery. Be careful of run-on sentences. For example:
"The yellowish streetlights, light up the white blanket and make the, what should be perfectly white snow, have an eerie yellow tint to it, which if you ask me, takes away from the pure beauty of what I am seeing. " That's a lot of thoughts, and a little hard to follow. If you break them up, your story will be clearer.