Descriptive Essay On A Day In The Morning

The wind blew softly, pressing against my skin; the heat was humid, sweat licking down my back. Leaves danced in the wind, like ballerina's taking their turn in the spotlight afters years of practice. It was a nice day, and Autumn day, a day for family activities. It was cold enough to need a long sleeved shirt and pants, maybe even sweats. But it wasn’t so bad to wear layers upon layers of clothing. It was a normal day in the small town of Duncan, a mix between everything. I felt the breeze ruffling my hair, but complaints about the heat were all that was talked about.

It is a typical Wednesday morning, the middle of the week, and I’m running late to school. It’s 7:43 and most students are making a mad dash to beat the morning bell, others linger around the green courtyard, catching up with friends, dreading going to class. I make my way through the maze of students, and I catch my best friend, Lauren, in the stairwell at the top of A building, both on our way to the history class we have together. We do not say a word, just share a look that says “we want to go home and we need more coffee,” before we head into class.

Waking up before the rising sun on the morning of the hunt left me feeling groggy with my eyes slow to open and close when blinking. Being extra quiet to not wake up my mother was a main challenge, trying to tippy toe around the cabin and dodging the creaky spots in the floor. Prior to eating breakfast, I began getting dressed. Due to the fact that I was in northern Minnesota, the weather was bone chilling and the wind would seep right through your layers onto your unexpecting skin. Once I had put on my long johns, sweatpants, and long sleeve shirt with a tee shirt on top I began to make my breakfast. I had decided to have scrambled eggs that were cooked to perfection with the yolk golden mixed in with the pure snow white egg white and flakes of pepper sprinkled throughout and toast with butter melted onto the crunchy outside making it soft with homemade strawberry jam spread thick on top.

I took my suit jacket off and hastily shoved it into my backpack. I smiled as the air hit my body and started to dry the sweat that had gathered from wearing the suit jacket for three hours. Looking outside I saw what I expected. The grey lifeless clouds of the English winter hung over us and the almost freezing temperatures,

Today, the weather was very humid and warm outside for mid-October. It was a comfortable temperature outside, so I decided to take my fall jacket off because I did not want to be too hot as I was walking around the market. I’m estimating that it was approximately mid to low 20’s in temperature today, so whenever a breeze arose, it was refreshing because it was pretty warm outside. I decided that today I would take a walk through the dessert sections of the market before going to sit by the outdoor firepit. There were many vendors selling fudge and pastries, so this was something I purchased because I was heading home that afternoon and I thought my family would enjoy these treats. The firepit was not turned on today because it was fairly warm outside, but I still decided to sit in one of the Adirondack chairs surrounding the firepit to take in everything that was happening around me. It was very busy at the market around this time because it was the weekend, and everybody was taking the opportunity to spend time with their families outside on the warm fall day. I also noticed an older man performing a compilation of folk songs on the guitar, and a small group of people huddled around the area listening to him perform. I started to become restless after sitting in the chair for about ten minutes, so I decided to continue walking to one of the buildings at the farmer’s market. Throughout my childhood, my parents would usually take me and my sisters to St. Jacobs Farmers’

As the sun rises over the mountain tops it dances across my blond hair and light skin. A breeze brushes my shoulder, bringing in the sweetened smell of morning. From the kitchen I hear the sound of my parents talking over a cup of coffee. Socks, notices my movement and climbs from her warm ball at my feet to my chest where she nudges at my cheek for attention. She purrs as I smooth her soft black fur down her spine and kiss at her. The smell of maple syrup fills my nose. I shuffle out of my room, my blanket dragging on the carpet as I make my way to the kitchen. Sidney and Ryan already two pancakes in, welcome me with a glance. After slathering the still steaming pancake with liquid sugar, I steal a bite from the perfectly rounded goodness.

You had the best Christmas this year. Your family made their traditional mint hot chocolate and played board games every saturday night. Your neighborhood kids hate the cold so they stay in, this means a much more peaceful neighborhood. Winter also meant that mosquitoes are not biting you to death. You conclude that winter is an amazing season, however, spring has your pick. Despite your allergies and your fear of bees, you love the amazing springy aroma, the beautiful colorful flowers, and the grass on your lawn. Unlike winter you don't have to worry about shoveling, warming up your car, or paying extra on your heating bill. You love to wake up an hour early to go for a jog under the beautiful Minnesotan sunrise. You somehow find joy is watching birds fly through the beautiful clear skies. Night when the rain falls heavy are the best; you stay up all night and binge watch Netflix until you doze off under the found of rain. Even though winter is a beautiful and relaxed season, spring has a lot more to offer. Spring is the season of good vibes and relaxation. At the end, you are thankful to live in Minnesota because of the unpredictable weather. You look forward to another great spring as you lay back and enjoy your lemonade under the hot Minnesotan

I'm currently walking home from school in the cold, windy streets of Greenwich Village in New York City. It's fall season right now, so it gets pretty chilly around here. I’m currently wearing a gray beanie with my brown, wavy hair placed down, my cozy white knitted sweater, and my blue denim jeans that lead down to my comfy black uggs. I looked at the beautiful sight around me, smelling the coffee beans and feeling the fresh autumn breeze on my face. There were many

The frozen silence of a winter’s dawn, dishevel brown pine needles peaking out of a powdery white carpet frosted trees sagging under the weight of last night’s snowfall. Large flakes fell from heaven as if the angels were having pillow fight and the goose down fell to our humble homes. Through beautiful the snow cold and sharp as it built at our fingers like a wolf bit at our fingers with its sharp teeth, as the wind blew through the quiet forest. On the ice, the whip slap the huskies, pulling the sleds into motion. They stopped in the forest to rest by a homeless cabin. Inside the cabin was a miracle! A great feast on the table (still fresh and sweet), a fireplace, a comfortable bunk bed, and six stalls for six huskies. All in simple perfection. They wanted to stay longer, but when the daughter of the family peeked outside at the window, the snow thicken.

Flurries of snow whirled around me—melting on the pavement the instant they made contact. My hands trembled as I struggled to find some source of warmth, shoving shaky fingers into knitted gloves. I adjusted the purple wool scarf that snaked around my neck, concealing the black and blue contusions on my skin. I wrapped my pea coat tighter around my body and exhaled, watching a cloud of hot breath escape my chattering teeth.

I pull myself up from the frozen ground and wrap my tattered, yellow shawl closer to my frigid body. I sigh as I examine the frayed ends and the disgusting mustard color the fabric has assumed. I ought to get a new one, but I barely have enough money for food, much less a nice shawl. This winter has been a particularly bad one. I am always hungry, always searching for something more satisfying. The city has been cold

The season of winter has begun. The sky was dark and the ground was bright. During this time of the season, we usually stay home and some people go out for hunting. When I woke up on the first day of winter morning I wore my skirt and cape that was made out of yellow cedar bark to keep myself warm. Afterward, I helped my mom prepare food for breakfast that was served on wooden platters and trays. The food we had for breakfast was dry fish that were caught from summer. After breakfast, I mostly spent the day making and repairing tools that will be used for the

The screams and giggles of joy from us are still audible, although their volumes have been dampened by the soft fabric of our scarves. We played and romped until we couldn’t feel our fingers and we had to trudge inside, catching a final glimpse of the trees, naked and brooding after being stripped by the lacerating winds. Once ridden of our sodden and damp winter gear, we rushed inside to gulp down a steamy cup of hot chocolate, complete with a few marshmallows on the top melting into the frothy, brown liquid. Those nights, we went to bed with warm hearts and

As the glistening rays of the sun reflects its aureate light on the fresh coat of snow, a different breed of winter lovers awake. The smell of bacon sizzling on an iron skillet masks the air awaking all throughout the small cabin. As we gather around the old wooden table, smiles inform each other about what is about to happen. As we all bundle up for the frigid temperatures of the north, no one is afraid to suffer in the colder temps to look better than the others. The stiff molded boots form around my soft, delicate feet providing protection from any injury that may occur. In the act of zipping up our jackets, a feeling of excitement stimulates the atmosphere.

A bright sunshine spanning across the long horizon awakens all with open shutters. I awoke with the birds chirping in my ears, a bright shining yellow beam of light glistened the black dark sheets of which covered me during the ice-cold night, not as though they did much for warmth, during the coldest night of which I rest within these doors, shutters slammed back and forth awakening me from my rest, the dark night crept into the room with its unwanted cold breeze alongside with it. The icy, bitter wind pierced through the bed sheets like a pin through a leaf leaving a sharp numbing sensation through my body. Although a horrible night, a beautiful morning. I stood up and walked over to the rugged light brown window ledge and looked in wonder