"Falling Snow"

Exercise #46 : "Falling Snow"

With specific detail that appeals to all the senses -- sight, hearing, taste, touch, smell -- describe falling snow.

Snow, white and pure, floats downward from a light, cloud-filled sky, soundlessly settling on roofs, tree branches, ground and enveloping the world in a cozy comforter of bleached down. It's my favorite part of the winter, w
hen time seems to hold still for the briefest of seconds, allowing all who are willing to take a moment to acknowledge the beauty. I frequently stand in the middle of my back yard, arms out stretched, mouth opened wide, and sticking my tongue out. The flakes land lightly on my tongue, cold and wet, and I can't help but to smile. With eyes closed, visions of Christmas flash across my eyelids, and, despite the cold weather, I am warm from the inside out.

5 minutes up.

Sorry for the late post, my lovely readers. Today would not have been qualified as a good day, so I was bogged down with a lot to do. Hopefully the next few weeks will get better. This past week has been... hell, to say the least. Keep me in mind this wee
k, as I still have a lot of healing to do.



Dawn Herring said…
I felt like I was right there with you, wet flakes and all. I like the way you ended it, being warm from the inside out.
Love the cartoon. I laughed out loud.

Dawn Herring
JournalWriter Freelance
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