Life On Earth Is Ending, Aurora Essay

Three days earlier on a wintery morning. I walked out of my warm apartment, as the cold breeze instantly smacked me in the face, even with my woolly, Christmas themed sweater and thick, quilted coat I was still cold. The sky was washed with grey clouds, as the ground was covered in crisp, white snow. The wind whooshed and whistled past my ears giving me the shivers; I quickly ran through the deep,

"Do you ever see yourself, fantasizing, about snow?" She asked, unaware of the ignorance, that seemed to protrude, across her face. "We live in Texas, obviously." I snickered, as she shot me a look of annoyance, "I know." She began as she rolled her eyes, "To better explain it, have you forgotten the feeling of snow, not your mind, but your body, the feeling of it laying in your hands."

It was an early morning. I was taking my normal routine to go to the store. I woke up, got dressed, made myself some breakfast, and headed out. It was a cold morning in Cleveland, but I should’ve expected it, it was December. Ignoring the cold and bitter air, I walked to the bus stop.

The condensed snow under my feet was crushed with every step. The snow was around four inches deep, my boots made a large enough indent, that I made a noticeable trail of holes with every step. The sun had vanished behind a mountain, the sky’s light had gone from an amiable orange, to a mellow blue. I could see outline of the moon between two clouds, and the air’s bite grew colder by the moment. I had taken a detour, past a thin slice of trees near to my neighborhood. Even for a forest, it was a cold, silent place. I used to come out to places like this as a kid, quiet places where I would sit and be alone for hours. I guess I forgot how often that was, but for the moment, I had something else to worry about.

She was eight years old, and it barely began getting crispy outside. Winter was right around the corner. She loved winter, the cold weather always made her all lubricous. Her favorite part of winter was eating cold food and wrapping herself around him while he was cold. She always thought cold items and food were the best in cold weather and having the air in front of her while it was cold just made it so fun. Unfortunately she wasn’t enjoying this upcoming winter without him.

“Astronomer Hugh Mungus has found an asteroid said to hit the earth at 2:00 tonight. That being said, it’s 12:32 pm and have a good rest of your day.” Ethan Klein was no introvert, he just hated people and wanted nothing to do with them. It didn’t help that it was Halloween, but that didn't seem to matter right about then. Ethan had lost his whole family to a car accident on Christmas Eve the year before. Ethan’s dad was a man that was always worried the world would end and coincidentally it was. Since he was so fixed the world would end he, of course, had a bunker. Ethan loved reading, he read in the morning and night. Ethan wished he had all the time in the world, but he knew that that was the only thing no one could have. Ethan packed up

I went downstairs to retrieve my phone that I had forgotten in my coat pocket. "Have you eaten yet?" My mother asked without looking up from the pile of dishes she was washing. "There's some leftover chicken Alfredo in the fridge." I shuffled to my coat and searched for it among the scraps of paper in my pocket. I pulled out a baby blue index card. On it read, in my cursive handwriting, "Our Generation has had no Great war, no Great Depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives. -Chuck Palahniuk." I pushed it back in, and grabbed my phone. "No thanks, I’m not hungry." I started make my way up the steep stairs. "How much homework do you have tonight?" I peered back, to where the huge stack of papers sat, grounded by the textbook on top. "I'll take care of it," I muttered as I went back and scooped up the school work and ventured off to my room. My German Shepard puppy, Willow, was laying on my bed waiting for me. I dropped the pile of new work onto the pile I have been neglecting for some time now. I flicked off my light, and set my alarm, and went to bed. But, not to sleep. For, all my nights are sleepless, but not

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.

The cup in my hand steamed, fiery heat against the embracing cold. My younger cousin laughed, his exhalation visible as the snow came down. The cold always seemed to seep in, no matter how you tried to keep it out. Pink fingers and rosy cheeks; speckles of snow across my face and in my hair. Sitting on the cold red bench as the snow leisurely came down, I watched my cousins joyful face and realized that these were the moments adults wanted you to hold onto.

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.

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

This day was cold but it was a fresh snowfall and we couldn't help but to go outside and enjoy it. We ended up with a camera in our hands to capture memories of our last days before winter break was over. My cheeks had a cold sensation and I knew they were bright red. Trying pull my coat down to my fingers became harder every minute but I didn’t even care about being cold because I was having the time of my life. As we stepped through the snow that had piled high the previous night, the tips of our fingers started to feel cold and dry and the snow found its way into our boots. None of that mattered though because we were only focused on how beautiful it was outside; how the snow fell almost perfectly onto the trees around us, how it was so

The last of the snow has slowly melted away, along with everyone’s puffy coats and holiday spirit. Although this morning began quite nippy, any chill disappears as the sun rises higher in the sky. Today, I watch the small town awake and begin it’s normal early-morning bustle.

It’s the beginning of winter of 2015, a cold, dry Sunday morning. Few of us sit together, side by side, some in a row on the couch in the open living room. We listen closely to the television. When our shows are over, we grab some food, throw ourselves off the couches, and are officially satisfied with the day, all of us together in our tiny house. For many of us, the day is over and now sleep is near.

It was a frigid day in December. I wore so many clothes that I looked like a penguin. Every breath I took makes a small cloud and scattered. The gloves I worn seemed to be mildness like paws. The buildings behind me were covered by the thick snow. The wall became more brick-red because of the spotless white snow. Some snowflakes drift down on my hair gently. The snow was heavy, but not much wind. My friends bounced from worm house and laughed to me. “We should build a snowman. The snow is heavy enough.” One of my friends advised. We all cheered and started to pile the snow together.