It’s falling slowly to the ground forming crisp white fragments, which Swirl through the chilling wind. All is quiet, not a sound can be heard. A bird soars over, wings moving up and down, keeping the bird lightly roving through the downy particles. A person walks by, huddled tightly in their warmest coat, trying desperately to escape the biting bluster. The bench on which I sit is a deep shade of green. It sparks reminders of a Christmas tree I once decorated. My family and I garnish it with ornaments; it seemed to fill our hearts with festive delight. Now I am just sitting here, looking at this bench. Upon it rests lucent frost. It seems to reflect the slight shiver of the morning, and of my life.



well today after
Shovelling 10-15 cm of snow i needed a brake. so I decided to sit on the bench in the park (I live right across from the park) and this is everything i saw and thought about lol
I'm pretty happy with all the snow...but it was really tireing to
Shovel all of it out of the drive way and deck. anyway last night was the first strom day...if only it happened on monday...then there would have been no school..oh well.
I might make this descriptive paragraph a deviation....maybe...i kind of like it...