I awaken, my feet cold under the sheets. The room is strangely quiet as I slip out of bed and look out the window. I see the world covered in a sea of white snow. I hurry to get dressed and start for the back door. Today I will walk through my snow-covered yard.
I stop at the door, silently watching the snow fall. The tiny ice crystals drift peacefully down from the sky, covering the world in
white. The door creaks as I open it, and I carefully step onto the back porch so as not to slip and fall. I now have a full view of my backyard, a wintry paradise covered in snow. As I walk down the steps and to the sidewalk, the squeaking of the wooden steps combines with the crunch of the snow under my feet like two instruments in an orchestra, performing in the sweet silence all around me. The white, cottony powder covers the branches of the trees. As I walk down the sidewalk, I see the car resting under a thick layer of snow. The dogs run to meet me, leaving trails of paw prints in the snow. I continue to the driveway and scrape some snow off of the car window, looking inside. The powder chills my hand, so I put my hand inside my pocket to warm it. The snow begins to fall harder. I wander around the car, crunching the snow under my feet.
I hear birds chirping, and walk to the bird feeder, where several small birds are hopping around on the ground. The snow is peppered with tiny holes where seeds have fallen from the bird feeder. The birds fly away as I approach.
I continue walking and scoop some snow from the ground into my hand. After shaping the snow into a rough sphere, I throw it at a tree trunk. The snow scatters. I walk past the bird bath and see that the water has frozen. The snow falls even harder, making it hard to see. I close my eyes and feel myself being bombarded with tiny pieces of ice. After the snow subsides, I continue through the sea of white.
I brush against a cedar tree, and the snow falls to the ground like...