Winter Descriptive Essay

Winter Descriptive Writing

After 8 hours of traveling it came down to this. Being in a confined space for so long, and having to keep popping my ears because of different altitudes. It was in this moment, I realized, that this house in a small neighborhood in the middle of a forest in the middle of nowhere, I realized, this feels like my second home. I hopped out of the car after a two–hour drive from the airport. My muscles felt reviled from sitting in a squished environment multiple times. I've seen my grandparents house multiple times, but not in the winter since I was six. The patches of fluffysnow enriched the ground to make it feel like a winter wonderland. The trees swayed with the wind, and the birds were singing their hearts away. The crunching sound from the snow while we walked to the door, made the dog, Casey, jump in excitement. Just imagine, a huge black lab hurling towards you, and you bracing for impact. Well, Casey still thinks she is a puppy, she is not, so having a dog pile on top of me, was just fantastic. Getting up from the floor, I walked to the window carefully. Looking at the winter wonderland, I couldn't wait to get outside. The crunching sound reappeared when my feet lift off the wood porch to the snow. The sunshine wisped out of the trees and hitting the snow, making the snow shine. I leaned down and touching the snow with my bare hand, forming a clumpy snowball just to throw in the distance to see how far it goes. The snowball stayed together until it hit the ground. The

A Winter Snow When I think back upon the memories of my childhood, I clearly recall a specific winter afternoon at my grandmother's house. It is an especially cold day, I remember. I am dressed in two pairs of thick socks, two sweatshirts, a heavy winter coat, and my bright pink rain boots. I am nine years old, and to me, winter snow is pure magic. As I step out onto my grandmother's back porch, I remember losing my breath, not only from the bitter cold, but also from the captivating scene. I am immediately taken aback by the view. The entire ground, as far as my eyes can see, is coated in a hefty blanket of solid white. The light seems to dance atop the snow, making it glitter wherever the sun shines. All the trees around are...show more content...

Extending my arms and legs as far as they can reach, I begin making a snow angel. I can feel the cold wet of the earth making its way through the gloves on my hands. I rise off the ground to look at my creation, and just next to my angel wings, I find tiny animal paw prints. Curious, I am instantly set to investigate. I follow the paw prints around the perimeter of the yard and stumble on the perpetrator. I find my grandmother's dog, Chip, a few yards away, leaping into the air in a desperate attempt to catch snowflakes in his mouth. The paw prints undeniably belong to him. In fascination with the rare weather, I close my eyes in order to focus on the sound of the day. I listen intently. The sound is so overwhelmingly peaceful. Silence, yet there is much to hear. I hear to the sparse leaves gently rattling in the breeze. In the distance, I hear a bird singing its joyful melody. I hear the snapping together of Chip's jaws after yet another failed attempt to taste the falling snowflakes. Laughing, I hear the pattering of his feet against the snow as he ran cheerfully. Abruptly, the sound of the back door opening snaps me out of my trance. My grandmother appears in the doorway to announce that dinner is ready. She has prepared soup. It is in this moment that I feel my stomach rumble. I had been so caught up in exploring the snow that I did not even notice my hunger. With the door ajar, I can smell the hot soup on the stove. My

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Winter Descriptive Writing

Icy October

It was halloween on an icy October day. As soon as I stepped out door 5 I felt a rush of ice cold wind blow over my face, ears, nose and torso. As I forgot a thick sweatshirt, I was only equipped with a paper thin Вј zip sweatshirt. Roaming up and down the brook I was overwhelmed by water seamlessly flowing through the underpass, autumn leaves rustling in the air, wet and dry patches of earth. I felt the icy air flow in through my nose as I took a breath and observed the water vapor come from my breath. I am frozen. Tightly, I held my my paper as if it was my iPhone over a 10 story bridge and explore the real outdoors.

All my life I have had a strong connection with nature. As I was a young boy there was only one thing I loved about winter; the snow. Winter time is a time of family and giving but greater than that, a sense of enjoyment. An icy December day I was out doing "work", there was much to be done before sunfall. Sunday started with a early morning pond practice. I was dragged out of bed by a screaming 6:10 am alarm. My day was started. I consumed a hearty breakfast of 3 scrambled eggs and apple cinnamon oatmeal before departing to the arena. Skates tied, stick taped, jersey fastened, helmet clipped: I was ready to go. As the sun rose, my stomach groaned and that was our clue to go. I arrived home to my mother and sister awake and snow falling. After a few hours at the pond I needed more fuel: bacon and hashbrowns. The remaining of that day was spent

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Descriptive Writing Snow

The first snowfall of the year had finally arrived one late November night, blanketing the small cabin and surrounding forest with fresh, powdery snow. The wind howled through the leafless trees, often relieving the weighed down branches of their snowy burden. The smooth and unblemished snow coated everything, leaving the road to the cabin indistinguishable from the surrounding terrain. I lazily stared out a large pane window until my gaze locked on a truck, slowly removing the snow on the winding road with its bright yellow plow. I jumped up from the warm couch, running across the dark, hardwood floors of the living room and onto the gray tiles of the kitchen. My mother stood at the wood paneled island in the kitchen, her dark hair pulled

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Descriptive Essay About Snow

It was a cold day, so cold that your arms start to sting as if a needle is impaling the surface of your skin. The wind applies a force which feels as if your face is oozing with thick crimson red blood. The gray puffy clouds covered the sky and dropped small snowflakes onto the road's surface. A man stood there, freezing, clearing the coat of thick white snow from the concrete road. His nose runs with a river of snot that floods out when the cold wind strikes. His sense of smell is heavily clogged by the slimy snot, but he can still smell the scent of the steamy hot chocolate which sits on the top of his snow covered car. His feet start to numb because of the cold flood which soaks through his boots to his white, silky socks. His feet feel as if he stepped into the freezing cold ocean. As if he fell through ice and he was stuck standing there. The vast pile of the ice white snow feels almost like a quicksand around his black rubber boot. Foggy figures of people shovel the big piles of snow off the sidewalks. They scrape and pick at the glossy white ice which sticks to the sidewalk like a little boy clinging to his mother's side. His feet still sting as if he was stepping on pins and needles. His hands are damp with sweat from grasping the curved metal shaft attached to a socket which holds the blade. The blade cuts holes into the thick powdered snow which is removed from the endless pile. The jet black shovel is filled with slushy snow and crystal shards of ice. The end of

Winter Descriptive Writing

It was a flurry and cold winter day, the kind of day when every breath stings the lungs and every exhale chills the lips. Living in Iowa, I was used to the frigid winter, but this unsuspecting day would forever change Emily Kriz. My mother and I had just entered the frosted glass doors at our local Michaels after having the usual tedious chat about keeping your hands to yourself and looking with our eyes, not our hands. I acted as though I was listening, adding in subtle head nods as I watched each individual snowflake fall crisply onto the ground, as if each had a strict road map to a anticipated location. Upon entering, we saw a winter wonderland. The fragrance of frosted pine wafted through the nipping air that had snuck in from the outdoors and tingled my petite fingers and toes. With every blink of theeye there was something newfangled and wondrous to look at. It had seemed as though Michaels was decorated for a gala, with only the finest and most stunning decorations on display, but with every piece of pristine decor in is precise spot. We browsed the aisles, with eachaisle as colorful and exciting as the rest. We were nearing the end of the isles when I saw it, a display of candles that drew my eyes in like no other. My mom had turned her cart down the aisle filled with all the eyeful winter floral pieces, and at this moment I knew it was my time to do what I had been told not to, I needed to reach out and smell one of those candles that had tunneled my vision. I

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A cold, depressing, long period of time where people are upset and broke from the cost of happiness; runny noses, cheeks rosy and never feeling dressed warm enough: Is it really the most wonderful time of the year? In my eyes, it is. Winter to me; is something completely different. A time where you wake up snuggled up with the heat blaring, a time where everything around you takes your breath away and a time where what you have is cherished most. What is truly so great about winter? The atmosphere changes, the spirituality really stands out due to Christmas and happiness is like the flu that we all manage to catch. The atmosphere in the winter, and especially at Christmas is incredible. The mood that is given off and the feel of it...show more content...

Something about winter just sends off that vibe, the vibe of closeness, love and true meaning of life. I can't get enough of this specific time of the year, because it's when most people come to know the Lord. It's the time when family gathers together to come watch the Christmas plays, see the nativity scene displays and celebrate Jesus' birth. This is the time when it hits most people, the realization of eternal life. This is such a huge part of my life and my experiences in my household. Also, I love being a part of the plays and all the fun activities in my church; it's when I feel most comfortable and sure of whom I truly am.

Lastly, I feel a real closeness in the wintertime. I always have such a secure, safe, warm feeling because of my family. Every year we have our many traditions. The second week of December we go on a sleigh ride, debate for hours on our perfect tree and I usually saw it down, with assistance from my dad of course. We then drink some hot chocolate. Now, it's decorating day. The day we get out the ornaments. Mom puts the garland on and decorates the house, I put the tinsel on with my brother; Matt, Dad puts on the lights; then we all pick our favourite ornaments and start the adventure. We always have a cute Christmas CD playing and eat delicious treats. Now, it's Christmas Eve. We watch a traditional Christmas movie; usually moms favourite "It's a Wonderful Life", and then we set out on the best part of it all; my absolute Get