Thursday, March 31, 2005
Megan’s Descriptive Paragraph
Outside, in the frigid March air as spring at times has tried to sneak in, but winter this year continues to force it out, keep its time, knights there to make sure it stays. Winter, showing everyone that it will be here for awhile is leaving its mark. The snow continues to fall. It is interesting though, as you look out into the distance, it looks like it is falling with such force, being thrown from the sky. But, as you look closely, it is really note the case at all. The snow if just fluttering down, swaying back and forth as it goes, it has a little speed, a little attitude, but it si not as mean as it may look when looking out into the distance. The snow as it lands is covering the earth with a sheer blanket, a sheer blanket with a white tint. At places though, the blanket of snow is bunched, folded over a few times, as in those places the ground is no longer seen. The snow is falling this march morning, much to most peoples dislike. As spring is still being kept out, we look forward the next day, where we will at least see a peek, a foot in the door, and on that one day, probably not too far away, where it will be here to stay.
In this cold day with a little breeze we are able to see the trees just wobbling a bit, these big strong trees, as well have to just go with the flow. Sway with the breeze, not much, but flowing with the music, just an inch. At their finger tips, you can see these trees just wanting to move, but today the breeze just isn’t quite strong enough to take it past the tips, but another day and another breeze.