Snow Descriptive Writing

One dark, howling night in October, I was camping at Lake Greeson all alone. It was freezing. I felt as if I opened the tent there would be ten feet of snow. The campfire needed to be put out before I went to bed.

So Monica and I were driving to Lake Tahoe for a weekend trip during winter break. We were driving up there late at night, so we wouldn’t hit any traffic. There were only a couple cars on the road including us. We stopped to get gas and then we were also hungry, so we stopped and got Taco Bell. We ate in the car so we could get there sooner. We were listening and singing along to music, so time would go by faster. When we were driving to the cabin, it started snowing…

"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."

“We’ve been walking for ages, why can’t we just rest for a minute or two?” Lynn said, looking quite tired.

I was seven years old and it was in the middle of the summer and I almost got run over by a car. The day was going really good just like any other summer day; I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and went outside to play. For breakfast that day we had pancakes that tasted like they were made by angels. Before Chris and I went outside our mom yelled, “Be back by lunch or I’m going to send your dad out there to get you!”

It implies that the true nature of people is perfectly demonstrated in their perfect interaction with the environment. The movie shows the people who are worked in the oppressing society. As the poor people are pushed to live like low-class citizens, they become annoyed and seeks retaliation. It is a true revelation that the environment created for people to live in determines their resultant behavior. The leadership has a greater responsibility to ensure that people are united by advancing policies and rules that keep them together instead of dividing them. There is an apparent socially fabricated struggle as the people considered to be vulnerable decides to fight for their space. This would be a greater recipe for chaos as seen in the

It was a cold morning in late November early December. I bundled up into all my hunting gear. I had warm hat, coat and overalls. My gloves were thin so I had hand warmers inside of them. My boots were really thin but I had feet warmers in them so my toes wouldn't get cold. I was ready for the hunt so we hopped into the truck and cruised to nick's where we rent the land.

    I was twelve, on this particular trip to Utah. November was a cold month to be in Zion, and the snow was a refreshing change in scenery. My cousin Draco and I were excited, for everything that the weather had to offer us. Once at our cabin, Draco and I trudged through the snow to help

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

When I was eleven years old I woke up and looked outside my window where I saw snow glistening everywhere. All the cars were covered in snow and so were the house. My neighbor Wayne had a plow so he got on his tractor and pushed all the snow in front of my cousins’ house. Most of us started climbing the giant pile of snow, trying to be king of

“Click.” I hear the flick of a light switch and it goes dark. A soft melody starts to play. I slowly drift into a heavy sleep. When I awake The melody is gone but in a way I know it's still there. I get up and get out of my comfy bed which is filled with blankets and warmth. I look over to my dresser and I see it. The thing that holds the melody I love. It's a snow globe. A disney snow globe to be exact. Every night I turn it twice and fall asleep listening to it. The funny thing is that I always have the tune wherever I go. It follows me, and you want to know something? I don't mind it.

Beep! Beep! Beep! I wake up to an alarm screaming in my ear. I smack the alarm to shut the yelling off. It was a January day, in the middle of the cold, brutal winter. I finally got up after sitting in bed for what felt like hours, and looked outside like I do every morning. I noticed that there was no sign of grass to be seen. All that could be seen was white, frozen blanket of thick snow. I started to get ready for the school day and I just prayed that school was going to be canceled. As soon as I was fully ready I stepped outside and my food sunk down a foot and a half below the snow! I could not believe it that school was still open. As soon as I got to my car that was completely covered in snow, my mother comes out and yells that school was closed. I felt a huge wave as release and I ran back inside and went right back to sleep.

On this snow day I remember my mom getting a call from my older brother’s roommate’s mother to join her and her kids in a day of sledding, my mom said yes and got directions to where we would meet up with them. She then had me, my brother, and my two sisters get ready for the day trip. We didn’t really have many sleds though so we had to go to multiple stores looking for sleds. Although most stores were sold out because it was

It was the summer of ’95 and one day I woke up and felt really sick. I lived alone ever since the passing of my dear husband, John, since I lived alone I needed someone to take care of me just in case something really horrible went wrong! Well anyway, I had called my daughter that morning and she sent little red riding hood on an adventure to get to my house to spend the night. About 45 minutes later I heard a loud knock on the door, being the curious

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.