Kayla Livingston

Outside of the edge frosted pane the perfectly white snow had tumbled to the freezing cold ground, just anticipating the rupture of footsteps on the tiny ice crystals piled many feet high. Their noses are bright red, the snow has been crushed flat but on the grass a white clean smiling snowman stands happily. He has a tall black top hat and a straight orange carrot nose. With a frilly red scarf and his black shiny rocks that make his smile more than perfect. The trees slump from the weight of the heavy yet cold winter snow. The sun has gone to sleep for the long season; the clouds company will bring cold gentle wind storms and the perfect flawless snowfall.