Feb 18
nonfiction, opinion challenge: Tone
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My eyes flutter open and dart to the windowsill, my lucky wooden spoon is still there from last night. I leap out of bed and nearly fall sprinting to the window, I feel the excitement start to rise as the snowflakes begin to fall. I watch each individual snowflake dance through the spirling winter air. I shoot down the stairs and rip open the door to be greeted by a gust of wind that carries the delicate snowflakes inside. I don’t even notice the freezing air and feel only the humming warmth of excitement inside me. It’s the day we’ve all been waiting for. There is nothing that could smother my feeling of adventure in fresh powder and the euphoric feeling of the illusive SNOW DAY!