Snow

crashing into the snow and ice. I started trying to breath it was hard almost impossible “ nooo” I tried to scream but my voice was not there then the chill hit me full blast worse than when I walked out of the airport. I thought I was going to die “Wow mom look at all that snow just waiting for me” my seven year old self said I waited so long to see snow and there it was everything seemed white except spots of green here and there. I lived in ga for ever and had never seen snow. Then the pilot

was no sign of grass to be seen. All that could be seen was white, frozen blanket of thick snow. I started to get ready for the school day and I just prayed that school was going to be canceled. As soon as I was fully ready I stepped outside and my food sunk down a foot and a half below the snow! I could not believe it that school was still open. As soon as I got to my car that was completely covered in snow, my mother comes out and yells that school was closed. I felt a huge wave as release and I

Ever thought of snow being more than just stuff that falls from the sky to be made into snowmen, to start snowball fights, and etc.. when it is much more? Snow is water vapor which later forms into matter as ice crystals that descend from the sky and build up as a white, ice cold blanket over land. Snow, unlike most natural materials whom absorb some sunlight, snow reflects the light creating its white appearance to most. Snow is much more than just fun, keep in mind the unpredictable fallings, the

A purple Lenvious traveled on foot in a snowstorm. Green, Leaflike wings with a covering of snow was on her back. Her hands followed by her tail as the tracks would not help her when she needed to get home, due to the fast downfall of the snow. Her pink mane and tail fluff became fluffer to keep her warm, along with her normal body. She was out in the blizzard due to a gift someone gave her. An enchanted flower carved from a rare crystal that could peer into the minds of others. This was deadly

world, both young and old. Originally used to help survive the harshest of winters, snow mobiles have adapted to become an extremely popular winter activity. They can be found in many countries, and have many different uses including, but not limited to, outdoor work, tourism, hunting, and travel. Snow mobiles have a short history, are very popular today, and have very few effects on the environment. The original snow mobile was created in 1908 in the town of Waterville, Maine. It looked like a tiny

In the poem Snow by David Berman, it has a unique setting to it sorta. They’re two characters, David and his little brother, Seth. David in his poem talks about how he explains to his brother about how snow angels are made. Also why they’re made that way instead of him just telling his brother the actual truth. The setting is in the winter there is no time. However, it was outside in the field near some water which was frozen. The setting is significant because the poem is called snow. Plus it talks

It was a frigid January morning I had just got back from school, I was 6 years old at the time and in first grade. My friend Frank walked over from down the street wearing his large snow jacket and fur lined snow boots. Frank was homeschooled and had already been outside for a few hours and had a shiny red nose and snow sprinkled hair, so we decided to come inside my house for a few so he could warm up. We both sat by the toasty fire while he drank his hot chocolate. “You want any hot chocolate?’ He

weather since 1885. Jem had seen snow before in books but never in real life, unlike Scout, who saw the snow and thought the sky was falling. I honestly think Scout was horrified, just imagine at her age, who hasn't seen snow at all, walking outside to the cold weather and bits of “sky” falling all around you. Jem however, must have loved it, seeing snow in books and now getting to actually experience it. They decide to make a snowman, but since it's Maycomb it didn't snow much, so they had to compromise

about snow?" She asked, unaware of the ignorance, that seemed to protrude, across her face. "We live in Texas, obviously." I snickered, as she shot me a look of annoyance, "I know." She began as she rolled her eyes, "To better explain it, have you forgotten the feeling of snow, not your mind, but your body, the feeling of it laying in your hands." "I guess?" I shot back a reply, to the sentence, "I don't really miss it that much, it's not like the books or the movies, you pick up a pile of snow, and

what little there was of the sunlight. Deep, deep snow was everywhere. As he stepped into the snow, his foot sunk down into it. It came up a quarter of the way up his thigh. Greer, this fucking snow, I hate the snow, so, so, so much. Why does it have to snow? He pulled his frozen and slightly damp leg out of the snow. I feel even colder than before. The heavy snowfall had meant the he couldn’t drive, since the roads were covered in half a metre of snow, forcing him to walk. I’m glad my house is high