I don't believe in magic like Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. As a fourteen year old it would be a little weird, but the one thing I believe in that gives the holiday season that perfect little twinkle of magic is snow. Snow is like a blank canvas waiting to be imprinted with footprints and played in for hours and hours. Frolicking in the snow makes me feel like the center of the universe, the queen of the world. For this reason I always make time for playing in the snow. Since snow centers me and let's all my worries slip away, snow days are my favorite.
I remember one year waking up at the crack of dawn and rushing downstairs to see icicles clinging to the roof and feet and feet of snow piled up. I stared in awe for a second then frantically pulled on my hat, mittens and other snow gear. I would practically jump out the door in excitement. I stepped onto my porch and pulled myself into a standing position on top of the railing. Then I dove into the fluffy, untouched snow. Flipping onto my back, I started to create the first snow angel, with many more to come. I struggled onto my feet to examine my work but in my dismay it was ruined by my getting up. “Darn” I thought “I can do better”. So I flopped onto the ground and tried again yet again my snow angel was spoiled by a couple boots marks here and there.
Again and again I tried to create a
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Trying to get this picture perfect snow angel had just left me frustrated with a very cold face. I decided to look for the good things in my snow angel not the bad because the idea of perfection had made my favorite activity miserable. Again I stepped onto our railing this time to admire my handiwork. Our yard was scattered with snow angels and most were beautiful. They added the perfect touch to our winter wonderland. Yes there were footprints everywhere, but they were my signature. Artists sign their work with their name, I sign my snow angels with my boot
Many overlook the beauty that is expressed by nature. The images put together in nature influenced Mary Oliver’s “First Snow.” The beauty expressed in “First Snow” shows how there is hidden beauty in nature such as snow. Also how snow, not so simple, is something so stunning and breath taking. The descriptions of Oliver’s visions show that many things are overlooked in nature and shouldn’t be. She elaborates to show that nature sets forth not just snow, but something so much more. Mary Oliver uses many examples and proofs to show the beauty. In “First Snow” Mary Oliver conveys the image of snow to embody the beauty of nature.
At 6pm on a Saturday evening, Sally and her parents were on their way to go skiing for their 20th time. The whole family was extremely excited and looking forward to this, especially since the place was somewhere they’d never been to before. As they were in the car, Sally was daydreaming about what the place would look like, and wondered if her worst fear would be there: ski lifts. Everything about this scared her. The car is out in the open, has no roof, and the ride could malfunction at any time. Since this unanswered question was on her mind now, she decided to ask her parents to see if they knew. “I’m just wondering, do either of you know if there are going to be ski lifts at the place?” Both of her parents paused in confusion but didn’t
9 .[b]The Snowager:[/b] The Snowager is responsible for setting a windy gust of snow throughout Neopia during the month of Giving. Without him, there wouldn’t be any snow to play in or marvel at. He provides us with the miracle and beauty that is snow.
I have been to a place that has lots of interesting snow and others. It is Lake Tahoe. It is a place that I will never get bored of that it has a lot of snow! Mostly you could do anything with snow. But most of all, beating your older brother up in a snowball fight. I really loved when each time I went down the big mountain. It was really amazing. I was also really happy of building snowmen and building snow forts that I never even knew I can build. It was amazing for all of what could be crafted with snow. The fantastic trip has come to the start!
Sharp pains shooting through muscles, trying to avoid sleep, hypothermia set in on an Antarctic ice crevasse researcher. I had the opportunity to go snow caving with my brother, Josh. I was confident in my winter backcountry skills and anticipated a memorable trip. I did not know what I was getting into.
“The First Snowfall” and “The Snow-Storm” compare in that both poems share the influence of nature, the imagery, and the infinite concepts of Romanticism, but, the two poems only truly compare in using the same rhetorical strategy of over-detailing their settings to convey imagery; the two poets, Lowell and Emerson, both use figurative language to express an influence of nature in their works, but they use two different types of figurative language: similes and personification. In showcasing the infinite aspect of Romanticism, one poem directly mentions God, “The First Snowfall,” while the other indirectly mentions him through acknowledging events in the Bible, “The Snow-Storm.”
The nature disaster that can remember was an ice storm in January 1997. I just had my son one week before the ice storm. The ice storm lasted for about a week. There was ice all over the power line which cause lights to be out all over the city. The lights were off at my home for a week and we had a gas heater in our restroom. The heater kept one room in our home warm as if the central unit was working. I was overwhelmed because I just had a new born son with no heat or hot water for a week. I would place my son can milk on the bathroom counter to keep it at room temperature.
Snow is a concept that only a few people really know about. It seems like most people hate snow with a burning passion. However, the true northerners praise every day that it snows; mostly because it does not happen a lot. At one point everyone that participates in a snow sport has to hope that it will snow every winter. Unfortunately, our hopes and dreams do not always come true. That was why snowmaking was developed in the 1980s and has been upgraded every year so maximum snow production is possible. The first reason was to fill in the gaps that Mother Nature left out. However, now the amount of snow we receive is drastically less than what it used to be. Instead of making snow to fill in the gaps, we have to make most of the snow we ski
The second day after a campfire and good night sleep I started to get more comfortable. I had gone on one blue but I still wasn’t ready for a harder one.“I’m still not ready”, I said. “That's okay you will get there.” My mom had said. Every day we got up early to get out early. I had fallen over 200 times. I was frustrated by the freezing cold snow and the snow blowers making it unable to see through my goggles. At least the snow was slushy from the sun. I felt ready to
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
When this project first came to my attention, I thought long and hard about what I would use to write and write on. I was sure I could come up with something creative and different. After a half hour of deep, deep thought, I came to the conclusion that I was going to take the easy way out and just write in snow with my finger. I was ashamed, but it needed to be done.
When I saw the snow, I had so many feelings inside of me. I could barely speak or breathe. I was feeling so excited about the snow that I had to jump around the house and scream. While I was getting out of bed, I had so much energy! I was extremely energetic and the only way to let it out was to get out and have lots of snow day fun! When I started to get on my warm winter gear, I was curious about what I was going to do when I got outside? Man I can barely wait to start this day! I feel like I might explode with all the amazing things I can do today.
Thin air encompasses me as I commence the final day of skiing at Vail, Colorado. Seven days of skiing elapse rather painlessly; I fall occasionally but an evening in the Jacuzzi soothes my minor aches. Closing time approaches on the final day of our trip as I prepare myself for the final run of the vacation. Fresh off the ski lift, I coast toward the junction of trails on the unoccupied expert face of the mountain. After a moment of thought, I confidently select a narrow trail so steep that only the entrance can be seen from my viewpoint.
The snow that was predicted to be several inches by the end of the weekend quickly piled up to around eight inches by that evening. At times, the snow was falling so heavily you could hardly see the streetlights that glistened like beacons in a sea of snow. With the landscape draped in white, the trees hangi...
Snow can has various meaning. As Foster points out, “Snow is clean, stark, severe, warm, inhospitable, inviting, playful, suffocating, and filthy .” In this story, the snowy night is symbol of the frozen relationship between Gabriel and his wife. It is also a symbol of death. When Gabriel sees snow, he has a sudden realization of the great unifier of all human which snaps him out of his superiority to other people. The season and the weather are both part of theme of death and rebirth in the story. The author used the season to bring Gabriel closer to the reality. The story is set in winter season which can signifies death, pain, old as well as rebirth, hope, or renewal. In this story, the winter represent renewal of Gabriel’s perspective of the world. Throughout the evening, a number of small events lead to Gabriel’s new approach of seeing the world. The end of his arrogance in not explicitly mentioned in the story, but one can assume that after an awkward interaction with Lily, the maid, disagreement with Miss Ivors and knowing about his wife’s previous lover Michael , he will change his ego and be connected with people surrounding him, which, in a sense, is a rebirth of