Snow

By Jan
Jan. 2001

The snow falls softly, its whiteness apparent under the orange streetlight that illuminates its corner of the street. The tall snow banks build up quietly throughout the day and night, while children laugh and play, building circular snow forts out of hard chunks of snow left by the snow plow, and digging tunnels in their white front yards. The brown slush gets my pants dirty with salt as I walk down the quiet street, but I don�t care, because I like the snow.

The tall evergreens are laden with heavy snow on their strong branches. I want to climb my favorite tree while the snow is falling, but that might not be safe. It would be neat to see, though, the snow falling over the ice-covered basin and the city across the water, and to see the white world that is building up around me.

The old snow shovels are being put to good use as we dig out under the feet of snow that cover the ground. I spend more time jumping into and taking pictures of the fluffy white powder than shoveling, but I don�t think anyone minds too much. We haven�t seen this amount of snow in a long time, and I find it quite enjoyable. We dig out more the next day, for my grandparents, this time under the bright light of the sunshine. I work on the sidewalk, and scrape the packed snow off, with a bit of effort. Bundled up people walk by with their dogs and backpacks, and we pause to give them room to quickly pass.

The red, orange, and purple sunset illuminates the open space below the hill. The orange lights of the small town nearby are visible from this height. The packed powder is fresh beneath my skis, and a winter wonderland is laid out in front of me. The cold wind freezes my face as I fly down the hill past more snow-covered trees. My good friends are with me, and we embark on the slow ride up the hill for another fun trip down.

The sunrise is beautiful this morning. The golden rays peek through the snow and the trees on the horizon. Snow blows around gently, and softly lands in my brown hair. I have a warm feeling inside. The sun looks even more spectacular up on the highway, over the little, but bustling, snow covered town below. Round and yellow, the sun sits on the horizon amid streaks of clouds and blue sky. The day promises to be cold one, but beautiful too.