Descriptive Essay On A Snow Day

I woke up and hoped my furnace was working and was ready to be put on full blast. It was a frigid cold day, the coldest it’s ever been. The weather man called for the temperature to be -59 degrees. I walked outside and the air made me feel like I couldn’t move. It was that cold.

In the passage be ginning “They had picked…” from the novel Snow Falling On Cedars, the author, David Guterson, uses many techniques to give the passage a depressing, and frightening mood. He uses vivid imagery to describe Carl’s dead body. He also uses figurative language, such as metaphors and similes to show the severity of the situation. Finally, his diction shows the reader how reading about a crime scene can seem real if the word choice is right. All the techniques Guterson use help the reader to feel as if they were actually at the scene when Carl’s dead body was found in the ocean.

Once upon a dark and snowy Friday night, a mysterious man named Rabbi Hirsch came out of the dark eeriness of his desolate and abandoned synagogue and asked a boy named Michael Devlin if he could turn on the lights for him. Michael in the book Snow in August by Pete Hamill, at first hesitated, but then he willfully did the task. This started a wonderful friendship between the two Brooklyn residents that brought out the in best each other despite their different backgrounds. However, with the relationship came some physical and emotional turmoil as a result of the Rabbi being Jewish and most of Brooklyn being anti-semitic, meaning that they are hostile towards Jews. This was evident when Frankie McCarthy and his band of best friends named

Snow days have been renown ever since institutions had started in human history. It can affect someone in a harmful or beneficial depending upon the person themselves. For those who enjoy spending their free time indulging in academic or personal pleasures would surely enjoy unintentional day offs. I would and would not count myself in that category since I enjoy spending my free time while not at the same time. School may be flawed, but I still enjoy the subtle feeling that motivates me to work on my future studies.

It's a cold, wintry day when the first flake falls. Everyone gets excited, but a lot of people don’t know much information about the fragile flakes that fall from the wintry sky. That information includes: how the snowflakes form, their appearance, and the conditions of it snowing.

To kick off National Domestic Violence Awareness Month, the Pediatric Dentistry of Ft. Myers will host unique snow-themed fundraising event on Saturday, October 1

Jolting upright in bed I searched for the button to turn off this annoying alarm. Not being able to find it I yanked the plug from the wall finally ending the loud shrieking noise. I lay back down and pulled my bright blue covers over my head. The brightness of the sun lightly shone through the comforter, warming the places where there wasn't a shadow. Ughh!! It's Saturday and I have nowhere to go to get away. Scrunching up my face I thought hard about what I could do.

The ground beneath the stiff leaves lies frozen. I hear sound of leaves crackling underneath my thick boots which each step I take. As I wander aimlessly, the cold, brisk air invades my lungs. I exhale slowly, I see my shaky breath float away from me. The scenery is nothing special, black trees covered in moss, very few hills, rocks in no set trail, and above all else, endless layers of Texas snow (not really snow, just an ice layer maybe 1/3 of an inch).

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’

Playing in the snow during the winter is most kids favorite thing about winter other than getting toys during the holidays. I know as a kid I enjoyed it and I know the dangers of it but they never crossed my mind as I was having fun. For most nothing ever happens to them wasn't one of those kids. As a kid every winter Zack and I would always play in the snow at my Mom’s, Dad’s, Nan’s, or anywhere else.

my parents woke me up for school. Totally discombobulated, I stumbled onto the ice cold

I finally had to give in, I hopped up off the snowy bench and I sucked in the cold air, making my ribs squeeze in pain. Then out came a gray, sort of fog that comes out of your mouth when you let cold air come out your body or you blow a breath. I grab my heavy, clunky, hard, metal ski boots and my neon skis and went up the slippery stairs to get my jacket, gloves, goggles, and my hat. My mom told me to sit on the bench behind me so she could put my ski boots on.

It was about -10 degrees outside and I knew my parents would be gone long. I got freaked out. I started pacing

On a snowy and windy night, I was at Barnes & Noble in Green Bay with my friends, Alan and Karina. Christmas music played overhead, the smell of hot chocolate and freshly brewed coffee wafted over, the customers were kind and cheerful, and snow was beginning to blanket the parking lot outside. We were sitting near the cafe wrapping books to support their mom’s school fundraiser. I stared outside and remembered my mom’s warning of the large snowfall that was almost upon us. Around 7:15, the snowflakes were becoming larger and we could barely see outside the window.

I am greeted with “Why didn’t you set your alarm?” and, “Are you at least ready/” I respond with “I am ready, just hungry” which completely summed up how I was feeling at that moment and time. If there was anything going right in that moment it would be that we had my absolutely favorite breakfast food in the freezer - Eggo Cinnamon Toast Waffles. Boy oh boy, those delicious, heavenly waffles can fix any situation in the world. I pop a couple of those blessings in the toaster to meet me after I finish messing with my bad case of bed head.