Snow

*It was a cold winter Saturday, the wind was blowing softly through the frozen trees. Releasing a small dust of snow off the branches with every puff. Hunter and I were inside pulling up our heavy snow pants and zipping up our tattered jackets. Our mom walked over to us and tied our scarfs while reminding us to wear our hats and mittens. Hunter and I were ecstatic to go out on the snowmobile. % We hadn't be able to do it in a long time, and we were jumping off the walls because we finally got ours

A Motif is a recurring structure, contrast, or literary device. An epiphany is a sudden realization of the meaning of something. The characters in the short stories of "Dubliners", by James Joyce, undergo great and small epiphanies. These epiphanies aren't the sudden realization of new experiences and possibilities for reform, but instead they give the characters a better understanding of their circumstances. In "Araby" and “The Dead” the endings conclude with epiphanies that the characters fully

is now the year 5000, and most of the United States (US) has been covered in snow, since 2016. For the first time in almost 3000 years the snow has let up and parts of the US, and parts of the US are available to be explored. While countless other architects are excited about the prospects, there is only so much land that was uncovered. An area still available is a modest, remote place in the middle of the US. With the snow covering everything and poor record keeping, archeologist is walking into the

is only aware of the cold when his spit crackles in the air. Yet, the man isn’t concerned about the cold. The man continues traveling at about four miles per hour until, he reaches Henderson Creek and notices traps that hide pools of water under the snow. He takes care to avoid these traps by forcing his dog to travel ahead of him. At 12:30 p.m., the man arrives at the forks of the creeks and eats his lunch. In the act of trying to eat, he is astonished by the rate at which his fingers become numb

We started going up to Beaver Mountain just like any other normal Saturday when we go skiing. But little did I know that I was in for a big surprise that day. It had snowed a lot and the mountain was covered in new snow like... We got to Beaver, parked the car, and got all ready to go fly through some powder. As usual we always had to wait and help my brother get his stuff on and shimmy up the hill since he was a big marshmallow walking in ski boats. Once everyone was ready, we found the rest of

vanished. Going from a forest at my grandfather’s house, to a mini winter wonderland. At first, the snow was barely noticeable, sinking beneath the grass. Then a few moments later, all you could see was masses of snow. I sat down in the center to fully take in my surroundings. Right as my butt was about to land, I heard a soft whoosh sound. I barely had enough time to react before I felt a snow ball plummet into my face. The fatal shot exploded on contact, doing more damage than your average snowball

what winter's crystal truly is. To start off, icy snowflakes have a few conditions the weather has to meet in order for them to form. These conditions are both for the smooth sky and the rough ground. According to "Snow Day", it has to be 32 degrees Fahrenheit or below for it to snow, but is it teaches 15 degrees Fahrenheit or below, it would be too cold for snowflakes to form. That goes the same for the ground, but the conditions are for

have the normal weight of this weapon in snow, ice, or water within 5 feet of you to do this. A weapon created this way lasts for up to 1 minutes or

S. national register of historic sites, but Telluride’s streets are still filled with smiling faces. Every year, my family goes skiing. Our favorite place, by far, is Telluride. The drive into town is windy, steep, and can get pretty scary. While snow pelts the windshield and the wind makes the car swerve slightly, one may wonder whether the journey into town is worth it. But it so is. I’ve never seen something so breathtaking as when we crossed over that final

under the passenger seat next to my cherry air freshener wasn’t long enough to stretch its limbs across the freezing, deep snow. As I stare at the silver Nissan frontier buried up to its frame in snow and cinder I ponder the possible routes I may be able to crawl along; I need to traverse 30 feet to get close enough to the distressed street tires, screeching and melting the snow as the inexperienced driver attempts to outrace the impassible predicament like the Road Runner narrowly escaping the grips