Winter at another level

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just about winter and how I feel about it.... :)

Submitted: January 13, 2011

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Submitted: January 13, 2011

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As I walked out of my class, a memory struck my mind like a dashing bolt of lightning thrashing it's way through my head. Last years' Winter. The memory was foggy, though clear enough to express... I left my class, as happy as can be, skipping off to the front entrance of school, there I saw... WINTER itself. The old movies and books, tales and poems. They all told Winter off as such a silly game. Frolicking in the field of luscious snow, making snow angels in the ground. Laughing and playing until you can't speak no more. The sun is gone, and the kids are out , there is hardly anything explained! But, Winter is no such thing as that. At least, according to me. I walked out the door, and took my first step in the rained-on snow. I felt as though as I was floating on air . But then, it hit me. It hit me hard. At that moment I realized what winter was all about... The air was fierce, pounding me with it's savage winds. Clawing at my face, tearing at my pores. I felt as if I was in a never ending freezer, always giving me a blast of indescribable howling wind. It's beastly manner was making it hard for me to ignore it. Alas, I went on, and forward. As the cold strangled my throat, I found a source of hope. Hand warmers. As the hand warmer got hot, the weak heat hardly reached my hand. I squeezed the lazy bag tighter. Nothing was helping the cold of Winter. I had no choice. I grabbed myself as tight as I could, watching the midst of fog that emanated from my almost crisp lips. There was nothing to do, but to walk on forward... \"Wow\", I thought, as that memory slowly faded away. \" Do I REALLY want to go out there \"?


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