As soon as I opened the window, the ice cold wind blew into my face. Outside was entirely covered with a white coating of snow. I bent over, forming a ball of snow with my hands, chucking it at my sister. I looked down at my hands, a burning red from forming the snowballs. I then go inside to watch a movie in my bed. Winter is a wonderful season.
I love how you depict how the cold can burn. It’s such a specific feeling which you convey really well.
ReplyDeleteLauren- like Emma, I really enjoyed how your described your "burning red" hands in such a frigid story.
ReplyDeleteI've actually never heard anyone address the burning feeling you get from touching ice with your bare hands. Good job.
ReplyDeleteLike others have said, the detail about the cold burning your hands really stands out because it's so vivid. I really appreciate the cozy tone of this piece, and how it highlights the joy winter can bring.
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