Thursday, March 31, 2005
Descriptive Writing-Misty
Tha snow. The light white particles fall from the sky like confetti falling at the stroke of twelve at New Years. As the cotton-like particles swirl around, vision is blurred and the air is filled with a film of grayness. As I watch one of the intriguing and unique particles float to the frozen, powder covered earth, it falls and twirls until the wind changes its course, just as if one were to blow at a piece of lint in front of their face.
The snow brings with it a sense of peace and tranquility. Sitting in a warm quiet room and watching from a window, it seems so comforting.
A particle of cotton gently settles on the window sill as a bird perches on a fence for rest or maybe to take a look around, or perhaps find refuge. It is easy to imagine each flake with its personality. God has created each one just as he has created each blade of grass, every grain of sand, and the tousand hairs on a head. There’s a great multitude and an overwhelming sense of awe. As time passes, the snow becomes thicker and more abundant as to show the abundance of love God has for us as time also passes.