The dampness of the air today soaks through my bones and makes them moist. The bleak gray cloud that has touched the ground make the dead, brightly coloured leaves beneath me moisten and feel nearly-alive again. The thick, moist air fills my senses except for the faint oil smell immiting from the car beside me that my father is working on. A fog horn blows in the distance, warning the ships that are on the bay of the danger.
The burning-cold wind has returned once more, stronger than the last time it had visited. The bleak, gray cloud has set in again. I feel empty as I look around at the present state of the world and wonder if it could get any more dissmal. Off in the distance I hear the fog horn blow again and the coldness completely engulfs my body as I turn to return to the warmth of my home.
Soft, pure snowflakes dance around me, tickling the few exposed parts of my face. The beautiful, feather-like flakes set in my hair and all over my sweater. The light blue-gray sky looks heavenly as the fluffy balls glide down gently, landing on the ground. The distinct, cold smell of snow fills my nostrils, combined with the joyous smell of chimney fire. I feel giddy as I dance around through the soft flakes.
Once again, merriment fills my heart as I stand in the beautiful, chaste snow that has freshly fallen. Feeling it crunch beneath my shoes I find myself wanting Christmas to arrive sooner. The fire erupting from the chimney and the burning of my nostrils fills my senses again, but this time mixed with the delicious smell of roast that my father is cooking. The sky is once more clouded in a blue-gray hue and is simply stunning reflecting in the pure snow.