journal 21

When I woke up on an early day in January, I realized that the light coming through my window was brighter than usual. Being used to a dull light, I quickly got out of bed to look out the window and to see what was causing the brightness. What I found was the first snow fall of Winter.

I was very excited because feeling the cold air was worthless without the beautiful, white cover over the ground. I put on a favorite pair of jeans and a nice, warm sweater to prepare for the cold I expected to feel as soon as I opened the front door. I walked downstairs, tripping on a few stray toys that my little sister must have left out. At the bottom of the stairs I found my warmest boots and I put them on over my wool socks.

It was finally time to face the cold, white snow. I was so excited! I opened the door and braced myself for a cold shock. I felt the cold breeze against my face and ran back in to grab a scarf and gloves. Bracing my self for my second attempt, I took a big breath and ran out the door.

The snow was absolutely beautiful. There was a pure white blanket covering the drive way, the fields across the street, and the trees. Instead of just going to my car, I stood outside for a couple of more seconds enjoying the first snow fall. Finally entering my car, I was sort of at peace with the cold because it brought the beautiful snow fall. Instead of cursing at the world as I ran to my cold car, I was happy to be blessed with a beautiful snow fall.

Driving to school, I was content with the world. The snow seemed to make everyone a little happier, at least until it turned gray and nasty. It added a touch of pureness to everyone's heart.