Frosty

The following post is an example of descriptive writing for my English 101 students. Of course, my other readers may enjoy a glimpse of Alec playing in last week's snowfall.

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The snow is blindingly bright as the sun bounces off its surface. It is a soft snow, perfect for rolling and packing into balls. His pant legs are damp from slipping and sliding in the wet fluff. His fingers, covered in brightly colored cotton, are beginning to get damp and cold as well. His other gloves recovering in front of the fireplace, drying. This is round two. The snow smells crisp and clean. The boy smells of Cheerios and hot chocolate. Around his mouth is a rim of that warm-up treat, given after his morning adventures in the snow. Now, as the afternoon sun melts the snow away, he licks his chapped lips and tastes the chocolate as well as the Chapstick that his mom applied while he tried to dance away. Cherry. Waxy, cherry, and chocolate.

He hears cars driving slowly on the street in front of his house, tires crunching over the melting ice. He hears birds singing at the sun. He hears his mom giggling as he comes at her with another snowball in his chubby little hand. This is frosty bliss for the three-year-old boy in the red fleece jacket.