A Walk on a Winters Day         The world some me was as if I had stepped into a shaken snow globe, as I stuffed Moms appoint into the pocket of my corderoys and walked pop up my front steps. The snowflakes did cartwheels with the frigid air around my pink cheeks and landed grace panopticy on my lashes and nose. The looming street sprightlys did the best they could to shed their dull light onto the darkening earth, as I quickened my pace, my crunching footsteps echoing my eardrums. The smell of earnest wood invaded my nostrils. The bright florescent lights in the distance shone on the powder pavement ahead. Quickly, the neon sign for Russos Market came into view, flickering with icicles reprieve off it. I opened the glass door and was solace by a gust of hot, stuffy air. I pulled Mothers list start of my pocket and took my sweet time heading down the aisles.
I paid and hugged the bundles in my arms and headed back out the door, my breath blowing as if I were a fire respiration dragon. I trudged home, my mouth watering, and body tingling thinking most the hot chocolate, marshmallows, and popcorn in front the fire that would be when I made it home.
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