Winter story

I wake up to the sound of a light breeze, it makes me feel tingly inside. I look outside and see snowflakes falling into a thick layer of fluffy snow. The white trees make it look like I’m staring into a painting. My heavy breath fogs up the window. I wish it could always look like this. I love snow. Not the slushy gross snow that you see in the city, but the breathtaking sight of a fresh snowfall. 

When I walk downstairs, the smell of hot chocolate fills my nose and it makes me feel warm inside. I watch closely as the steam rises from the cup. A sip of warmth sends a ripple through my body. My Golden Retriever puppy Mitch runs over and licks my face. I squeeze him tight. His soft fur brushes up against my skin. 

I put on my winter coat, tie up my boots, put on a hat and gloves, and leash up Mitch. I hold my sled tight under my arm. I open the door to the cool air tickling my cheeks. I feel snowflakes falling onto my hair. We walk to my favorite sledding hill. My socks are already ice, and my nose is bright red. I’m awestruck by the sight of a fresh hill of snow. 

I sit down on my favourite red sled. After a countdown from three, I slowly raise both of my feet. I start flying down the hill with Mitch on my tail. Usually, he slips, but on this fresh packing snow, he is managing to keep his balance. This moment feels surreal when the snow starts to hold my hand. I close my eyes as my sled comes to a stop.

I stare blankly at the top of the hill. After what felt like hours of climbing up the steep hill, I fall backward into the snow. I move my arms and legs creating the perfect snow angel. My cold body stares up at the magic sky. I appreciate the spectacular view until I can no longer feel my fingers.