The Brtital Cold Weather

The cold, eerie, ridgid January wind, blew as hard as a current pulling in someone in the deep blue sea. The white snow flakes came down from the sky landing on the white mittens that it seemed to be camafloudge. The past couple of weeks have been full of hectic distaster with the weather that all the schools in the township had been closed. Playing outside in this weather, was the best. It seemed as if when I closed my eyes and saw all darkness, I was able to picture being in the artic. The ice cold artic, where the polars bears that appeared on red sparkly coke bottles lived. It was an extravigently, amazing feeling that should've lasted forever.