Baby Blue Bundle Descriptive Writing

On a cold December morning snow blanketed the ground while a frozen mist masked the trees. Only the very tops could be seen. I stepped outside and inhaled the clean, crisp Texas air. Still half asleep, I walked to the truck feeling the soft powder compact beneath my boots and the snowflakes melt as they hit my skin. It was the time of year that I had been longing for.

The sky rumbles with thunder as the charcoal clouds roll over the excessively dark rough watered lake. The clouds are so thick and dark that only a few flickers of light, from the moon, shine through. The depth of the lake appears to have no end, as if anything would get lost if caught in its’ rough currents. Thick and high grass cover the water’s edge. The air becomes thick and icy, making it hard for anyone to breathe. It is the kind of icy feeling that fills the whole entire body, consuming every inch of life within. The kind that send chills down spines. There is the sound of pinging in the distance.

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.

“But Dad, I don’t wanna drive!” I whined, even though there had been no time for that; we had two hours of open highway to conquer. I had felt butterflies adding to my stomach with every mile closer the gps informed me I was getting to the practice

Snowflakes were slowly falling down in dancing moves, and beeping of cars and noise of the city were in the air. All dull-grey roads were covered with thin snow layer; the city appeared in white shades and shiny when the sun rays got out of dense clouds. After gazing

The snow was sticking to the window beside me, each flurry as individual and distinctive as a human fingerprint. I focused on the gloomy skies rather than the hospital towering intimidatingly before me. I closed my eyes as my sister stepped out of the car, quietly apologizing to me as she ventured deep into the snowfall. I knew at that moment that I needed to shed my childish ways and step into my new adult skin.

I lay on the side of the sleepy suburban street, at the corner of the intersection where the streetlight hung over me like a question mark. A light snow fell in random flurries, some flakes collecting on the tip of my nose, and then melting down my cheeks in cold tears. The blood pooling around my head started to harden and freeze my hair to the slick asphalt road.

The snow had been falling steadily since noon and it didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon. I gazed out the window, looking at my backyard. The beautiful snow had already been messed up by the neighborhood kids, yet it was still as white as an angel’s wings. I smiled to myself, turning away so I could check if I had everything. A car horn honked, drawing my attention to the front door. I let out a sigh, grabbing my house key as I walked outside. I waved at my grandma, locked the door, then quickly hurried to the car with my two bags. I opened the car door, Grandma greeting me with a cheeky smile.

It was a cold, blustery day, the snow whipped over the highway. The wind howled like a wolf pack. Ice covered the highway, making it as slick as a wet bar of soap. Our tires slid and the yellow light came on.

Chaos thundering around us, cars lined up on the rails and the wind blew vigorously like a blizzard. The snow was turning into ice as it was hammered down by each car. Driving on the ice felt like skating without blades. The prevailing winds nudged us along until a tap of the breaks sent us hurdling onto the rails. Rather than the hard impact we feared, we smoothly drifted into a snow bank. My mother

I walked out to my deep red chevy S10 and situated myself into the driver’s seat. I put my key in the ignition, turned the engine over, and pulled out of my driveway. The roads where I lived were fairly iced over, so I drove slower than usual. The ice eventually became less and less as I came into town. I took the several lefts it took my to get to Sami’s house before the final right that put my right in her driveway. I texted her and we were off without delay.

I breathed warm air and rub my hands together against the cold. I blink from the frigid January weather as gusts of wind blow through my glasses, whipping my hair against my eyes. I rubbed them together, and the red brick buildings and patches of snow blurred together for an instant. A huffing wind rises up, stirring the flaps of our shirts, and I absentmindedly look up, looking for the source of the wind. The incandescent light of the lamppost shines a shadow behind us, reflecting against the glassy surface of the frozen ground. Jack leans in close to me, also gasping from the gusts.

As you are walking down the sidewalk in Cleveland you feel something cold hit your left ear. You look over and realize that it was only one of the many snowflakes that have begun falling from the inky blue sky. The cold chill causes you to shudder as you continue on your path down the slushy street. As cars pass, the grey mixture splashes onto your shoes. Surveying the damage the slush has done to your new sneakers, you accidentally wander off the well lit sidewalk and into a dark alleyway.

“ I heard Tahoe just got four inches of fresh snow!” my friend David said excitedly as we passed Donner lake on the freeway. David and I were on our way to visit an abandoned ski resort that we only heard people talk about. The dark clouds outside were looming over our heads as the sun began to set. Icy snow began to flutter down, covering the narrow trail we have been following for last couple of hours. Suddenly our jeep halts at a stand still and I see the distress on David’s face. The warmth of the car is quickly escaping as we open to the door and jump into the dark forest outside.

I stand on the edge of a dark brown wooden dock.I can sense that the tips of my black vans are hanging over the edge. I feel my auburn hair blow wildly in the wind .My mind is completely blank. This is how I have started every morning since I could remember. It helps me collect my thoughts and prepare for the day ahead. When you live in a town as perfect as grayville you need these moments where you are free.