Journal # 21

It is a white wonderland when I look around me. Wind blows the powder around the icy landscape. The snow is perfectly smooth except for a few foot steps through it from the kids playing outside. You can hear them playing. They are creating a snowman. They take the snow in their gloves and add wads of it on to the ball of snow that will eventually form into their new friend. There are no birds or animals to be seen. The earth seems perfectly still at times. It is so peaceful and quite. The branches of the trees are completely frozen and look as if they are sticks of ice. The wind can blow the snow around but the branches of the trees are completely still. They seem so stiff. The sky behind the branches is so grey and is full of clouds yet it seems very bright outside. It is almost hard to look because of all the bright snow. The sunlight reflects off the snow. It burns my eyes but it is so beautiful I can't help but stare as more snowflakes fall from the sky. The flakes of snow do not fall in a straight line down but come down in a slant as the wind gently blows it in one direction. It is not a heavy fall but a light flurry. You can still easily see pretty far in every direction. No matter where I look it is a beautiful white landscape. It looks as if it is a painting from a little kid's story book. It is a perfect place for kids to play and it is what they hope for all year. Even an adult can really enjoy this type of weather but not for the same reason as the kids. But, the aduts would realize the beauty and the innonce and purity of a snowy seen. There is something about the white color of the snow that makes me think of purity like it is so beautiful that nothing could go wrong when the snow is around.