Blizzard
Malcolm K ( 7th Grade )
I wake to a white backdrop pulling my attention to the window A desert of pale sand consuming everything . Each symmetrical flake of ice forms a bigger picture of snow-covered streets , houses and trees Every step is recorded under the files of snowstorms Indented into the snow , a boot shaped imprint tracking how far you ’ ve walked and where your feet have taken you . I thrust open the door and cold wind shakes the newspaper as it blows the napkins off the dining room table The first step into the snow rushes holiday memories into my head I trudge through the flurries
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