Question

have you ever experience snowfall write your experience if you have never experience right your imagination about snowfall​

Answer 1

Answer:

I step outside, wrapped in my warm and puffy winter coat as well as a sweater beneath it that my mom insisted I wear. I wear snowpants like armor that will allow me to roll around in the snow without being subject to its deadly blade: hypothermia. My boots make me taller and, with the extra height boost, I am somehow more confident.

I breathe in the sharp, cold, crisp air of winter, favoring the freezing freshness of it. Already, I feel my cheeks reddening as blood rushes to them, trying to warm my face. But the winter air is too cold, too encompassing, for that to work. I don't care.

I open my eyes to see beautiful snowflakes drifting through the air lazily, covering the ground with a soft white blanket. They don't have a care in the world. A part of me wants to be a snowflake, for just a moment.

Tentatively, I take a satisfying step into the untouched, pristine snow and leave a footprint in it. It feels good to make the first mark in the snow. It’s as if I am leaving a permanent trace somehow, despite the knowledge that it will soon be gone. In this moment, I am an explorer of new worlds, an intrepid pioneer who has come to a new land armed only with knowledge.

I sink I my knees and then flip over, lying down in the snow.

Suddenly, whoosh! A snowball hits my face, breaking in impact. I sit up and see my brother, a mischievous grin across his face. I mirror his expression with a smile of my own and quickly form a snowball, then throw it at him as he does the same. More often than not, we miss each other. Not once does it occur to either of us that we should care.

What feels like a mere ten minutes turns out to be an hour that we spent outside. Dad tells us this as we return to the house, stomping the snow off of our boots and sliding them off. The wet, cold socks feel so good to remove from my frozen feet. Off come our coats, tossed on the ground instead of hung up, though Mom will lightly reprimand us for this later. They will then end up on the coathook as they are meant to be. Snowpants are discarded to a spot that we will spend ages looking for when we next venture into the winter wonderland outside.

With red faces and blue lips, me and my brother cheerfully enter the kitchen and sit down, enjoying the heat of our house for a moment. Then we somehow convince Dad to make us hot chocolate, the kind with real cocoa powder and rich whole milk.

I relax as I sit down and savor both my drink and the now-melted snow still on my hands, but more than that, the feeling of family that the arrival of winter’s first snow always brings with it.

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