The Blizzard : The Power Of The Blizzard

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.

Him: Hey! I’m doing great! Just got a new job in New York City working at Chanel as a security guard. How is the family doing and how have you been?

“Good to see you!” he said, “We haven’t seen you in a while. Do you miss it here?”

“I don’t know if anything has been happenin’ to them now.” I told her being dismissive. “Like I said, I just moved up here a couple of weeks

"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."

On March 12, 1993, one of the most disastrous blizzards of all time hit Canada, United States, and Cuba, resulting in more than 300 deaths , more than 7 billion dollars in damage, and electricity loss for millions of families. Even though more than a decade has passed since the superstorm, it remains nicknamed the Storm of the Century. However, because of technological inventions and advancements, preparing for a blizzard today is much easier then 25 years ago. Some preparations remain the same while many are different, with the overall severity decreasing.

Mr. Blizzards had become as stiff as a rock, and his strength was so great that Electra was thrown a few feet away into the slush. Medea snatched a pebble and aimed at the snowman. Her blow was so strong that the pebble passed through the snowman’s body and left an apple-sized hole in his chest. It didn’t seem to worry him a bit. His answer was a loud bellow that sprayed Cassandra's face with drops of melting snow. He swept his broom in the air, crashing a half-destroyed snow figure, and bestowing a long, glassy stare at the three witches, began trudging

“It’s been fine, I guess.” he said looking away, and the conversation ended for a while.

Snow gushed its way into the breeze, targeting the Washington cabin that you and your friends resided in. You were standing next to Beth -- one of the Washington siblings that own the cabin. You released an inaudible sigh before resting your elbows on the window sill, focusing on the leaves that were blanketed within the snowstorm. You could practically feel Beth squint as you applied more pressure on the wooden sill, making it creak with age.

I walked to the back of the store and grabbed a container with sodas in it to restock the fridges, "so how's school been?" Vince asks opening the cash register. "It sucks but the usual" I respond sighing.

The cold winter breeze hit her skin as she stepped out of the warm truck, ordinarily, she immediately wrapped her arms around the black coat attempting to keep her warm, as she was freezing from the sudden temperature change from the truck into the chilly air. Looking back to the sled being drawn out of the back of the truck, then she turned around and her eyes landed on the Rocke’s house, their close family friends. Gazing briefly at her parents one last time, ran to the door of the house, ready to get out of the cold momentarily.

That weather when you can hardly feel your body, and it isn’t because you’re about to die from a heat stroke. It’s the type of weather where you can hardly feel your face because of the dumbness running through your body. All of the wind pushing and shoving you back like a big bully as you push back to try and move through. Then comes the twirling of snow that just smacks you in the face. The lovely winter weather of Chicago, Illinois that is. Although it didn’t seem like I was affected by the blizzard very much that night, my mother was seeing that I was due around six in the morning. My arrival took hours almost 6 hours in total with some complications included, but nothing too scary. Unless you think it’s scary to suck out a baby with a

“I 'm a good friend of Jeremy 's, we met in grade school and we haven 't lost touch as of right now.”

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.

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.