Snow and Cold Winter Nights
Winter
Winter is my favorite season and I especially love cold winter nights. I find joy and comfort in wearing warm snuggly sweaters and cozy pajamas. I would rather be in a sweater and jeans than shorts and a tank top any day. For me, it is so much nicer to sit outside and watch the children play during the winter days than summer days. It seems as though during the summer I cannot be outside for twenty minutes without sweating or without my face turning bright red due to the hot sun beaming on my face. I love feeing the freezing air on my face and to see the smoke come from my mouth when I talk.
The one thing that is missing during Texas winter is snow. I remember back in the winter of 1985 when I was three years old, it snowed. I remember being at my grandparents’ house, we went outside early in the morning and started rolling up balls of snow to make a snowman. The snowman had dark brown rocks for buttons, a long ripe carrot for a nose, a brown scarf and my grandpas black cowboy hat. We made snow angels and had snow ball fights. When we were done playing and when our fingers and toes were numb from playing in the snow, we went inside to have some of my grandpas’ homemade hot chocolate. It felt good when we held the hot cups and the heat defrosted or finger tips. That was the one and only time I got to enjoy snow.
One of my favorite things to do on winter nights is to sit outside by a campfire, wrapped in blankets and sipping on some hot chocolate. You will usually find me by a fire almost every weekend during winter. I love the smell of the smoke mesquite wood gives off as it burns. I enjoy watching the smoke going up into the cold air and watching it disappear into the dark blue sky. A calm feeling comes over me as I sit and listen to the wood cracking as it burns. Gazing in to fire makes me forget about all my worries, helps me relax and it gives me a feeling that everything will be ok. I usually find myself staring at the fire and relishing the different
Winter is my favorite season and I especially love cold winter nights. I find joy and comfort in wearing warm snuggly sweaters and cozy pajamas. I would rather be in a sweater and jeans than shorts and a tank top any day. For me, it is so much nicer to sit outside and watch the children play during the winter days than summer days. It seems as though during the summer I cannot be outside for twenty minutes without sweating or without my face turning bright red due to the hot sun beaming on my face. I love feeing the freezing air on my face and to see the smoke come from my mouth when I talk.
The one thing that is missing during Texas winter is snow. I remember back in the winter of 1985 when I was three years old, it snowed. I remember being at my grandparents’ house, we went outside early in the morning and started rolling up balls of snow to make a snowman. The snowman had dark brown rocks for buttons, a long ripe carrot for a nose, a brown scarf and my grandpas black cowboy hat. We made snow angels and had snow ball fights. When we were done playing and when our fingers and toes were numb from playing in the snow, we went inside to have some of my grandpas’ homemade hot chocolate. It felt good when we held the hot cups and the heat defrosted or finger tips. That was the one and only time I got to enjoy snow.
One of my favorite things to do on winter nights is to sit outside by a campfire, wrapped in blankets and sipping on some hot chocolate. You will usually find me by a fire almost every weekend during winter. I love the smell of the smoke mesquite wood gives off as it burns. I enjoy watching the smoke going up into the cold air and watching it disappear into the dark blue sky. A calm feeling comes over me as I sit and listen to the wood cracking as it burns. Gazing in to fire makes me forget about all my worries, helps me relax and it gives me a feeling that everything will be ok. I usually find myself staring at the fire and relishing the different