There was no one on the senior path that day. One the path, a mixture of snow and sands were created by wind. In the morning the sky was filled with gloomy clouds, snowflakes as big as feathers fell from the sky onto the ground. On the side, the lights were already covered with snow, looks so bright to me in contrast with the brown sand, dark green trees, and the grey sky. And in the air, there was snow, lifted up from the field by the strong wing and threw into the sky.
Every time I huddled in my bed when there was a snow day. Every activity outside were too extreme for me to enjoy.
At least the view was something that completely different from the rest of the time. On the trees, snow accumulated and turned dusty green to a fresh and clean white. After a while, the entire world was purely white, simply white, minimalistic white, glossy or matt white.
By 12 o’clock nobody has been outside, an unusual scene like the snow itself. The deeply embedded footprints on the previous snow have been erased. On the sky, the clouds are moving further and further apart, create an opening for the sun to shine through.
The reflection of the sunlight from the snow becomes brighter. Active people come out to enjoy the better version of nature. They put on their shoes and skis and skates; riding on snowboards and sleds and their feet and the smile of their face become bigger and bigger.
Suddenly an intense wind comes, as strong as a tornado. People suddenly stopped as time paused, the atmosphere is filled with silence, only the wind yells louder and louder. Then one skier started moving, everyone resumes. The real winter has begun.
I tried to make this essay happy. I took the idea from the example that Ms. Waterman gave us and basically inverted it. I contrasted the calm and motionless white world with exciting activities of people after the snow. One thing I can improve on is that I fell I described people’s overly excited that they seem unrealistic.