No Season Like Winter

Advancing forward in a white wonderland, I take in the glistening, beauty of the snow. Mystifying, detailed flurries finish working their way to the ground, clinging onto my hat and coat. The fresh, untouched snow radiates, like twinkling stars contrasting the darkness of night. Pale and dove-gray, overcasting clouds hover over my head, as the last few snowflakes drift to the heavy blanket of snow. The sound of carolers break the silence, their outstanding voices carrying on in the air. After listening to them, I casually stroll inside, smelling a welcoming, peppermint and chocolate aroma, while peeling off my winter gear. Accepting a cup of steaming hot chocolate, I plop down beside our glowing Christmas tree, thinking, there is no season like winter!

The King of the House

I write these descriptive paprgraphs in my Write Shop class, and I wanted to put them on my blog so I can store them all together and be able to look back at all of them...

 

Peering down the stairway in pride, my cat, Benny, appears to be the king of the house. Mint-green, and affectionate, my feline's eyes beg for attention and love. Whiskers swoop down off the fur ball's face and feel smooth, like fish line. Perched off Benny's head, a light pink reveals the inside of my cat's ears, and turn back to the slightest noise. Soft, padded paws lightly tap the ground when he stalks, barely making a noise. Atop ivory fur, charcoal spots look as if I sprinkled pepper all over them. Pridefully, my cat holds up his gold-flecked and ebony striped tail with dignity and confidence. An important part of my life, my cat is the last living being I see before I drift to sleep, and the first ball of loving fluff when I wake up.