Descriptive Essay: Fun in the Snow

Light gray clouds cover the sky as tiny little white flakes fall from the heavens. I leave my friends to sit by the roaring fire while I go explore the white stuff covering the ground. I rub my hands up and down my arms in an attempt to keep warm. However, the cold frigid air has better ideas. Shielding my face from the icy wind’s razor like sting, I pull my heavy wool coat more firmly around my body as I walk out into the mountain air. Standing outside, I take a moment to breathe in the fresh smell of pine. My eyes scan over my surroundings, and I spot a little field. A large mountain served as a backdrop, with trees lining each side and wisps of clouds hung in the air.

Walking towards the open lot my boots sink down into the wet snow. Yet I trudge on. A small red picket fence separates the field from the main road running through camp and I try to jump over it. My lack of coordination prevents me and I fall in the snow face first. “Funny,” I think to myself. “It tastes like frozen water.” Picking myself up off the ground, I hear a small laugh coming from directly behind me. I turn around to find my friend Leah standing there with a smirk on her face.

Catching sight of a snow covered hill, I drag Leah up the embankment and up to the top. Laying down in the snow I look up at her and smile. The cold white fluffy stuff somehow finds its way inside my clothing, wrapping itself around me like a wet blanket, and I start to shiver. Taking a deep breath I close my eyes and roll down the side of the hill. A loud squeal pierces the morning air and echoes off the mountains. I imagine that the shop owner at the bottom of the mountain can hear us. Above of us a flock of birds fly out of the trees squawking loudly. Landing with a thud at the bottom of the hill, I look up to see the whole senior class staring at us. To my surprise, I see a couple of them rush up the hill and mimic our actions. “Well, what do you know? The outcasts have started a trend,” I mumble to myself.

I try to climb up the hill once more, but my legs feel like two stiff boards, and I fall into the snow. My body will no longer put up with the abuse and I head back inside. My limbs have no feeling in them, and I am finding it hard to walk. Slowly but surely I make it back into the warm cabin, and I head straight for the crackling fire. I lie down, and wait for the warm flames to melt the ice still stuck to my frozen limbs.