Journal #21 Snowy Scene

The new fallen snow lay calm on the ground. The frigid air blows through the town. The darker atmosphere of the winter months sets up an eerie feeling. The snow, as white as can be, trampled with footprints covers the rooftops, the trees, the flowers, everything. The wind whispers a song that is heard through the town. All the children are asleep in their beds. For once the town is at peace. The chimneys are blowing smoke from the fires that keep the houses warm. As the morning sunlight starts to shine through the darkened, cloudy sky, the excitement of the town arises. The snow catches the sunlight, sending a gleaming, vibrant light to all who view it. Smoothed over from the calmness of the night, the snow looked pure in the town. The children all start to go outside in play. The dogs are being taken on walks. Now the snow, filled with footprints and now tinted yellow lay in the town. Only the certain areas are untouched by the human race. As I sit on the bench in the park next to the untouched snow, I imagine what nature would be like at night. It takes me back to past memories when I was a kid, just going out to play in the snow. It reminds me how the snow was so smooth and pretty when I went to bed, and how destroyed it had become when I would wake up. These memories overcome me as I am hit in the face with something very cold. I open my eyes. The remains of a snowball lay in my lap. Some kids are having fun playing in the snow. I, in my youthful innocence, get up and start to play too. Building a fort and making snowballs with the other kids, I feel like a kid myself again. I get up to walk home, as the sun is starting to set, and I watch the snow as I walk. Trying to walk in other people's footprints. A light snow has started to fall again, resetting the smooth atmosphere for the night; restarting the process for the human race tomorrow.