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Snowed-in a bit yesterday with only a rare store open or two. Today, snow banks are piled high with plows running about, even 20 floors up I can hear them occasionally come and go. Moxie with Mush on his paws and Penelope in her famous red boots still managed to yellow the snow as I picked up a pile or two. We ventured out up West End and down Broadway, having to carry Mr. Moxie at times for he would lift his paw shivering, looking back up at me. Miss Penelope's personality persevered even through the deepest intersections. We would come back home, laying out all our gear to dry just in time for the next potty break to come.
Today, loud plops of snow falling from the floors above, hitting the window ledge causing us to stir our heads. Not
In ‘Winter Dreams’, the ending is unexpected. Throughout the story, we are under the impression that this is the story of Dexter Green's love for Judy Jones. But at the end of the story, once Dexter finds out that Judy has lost her charms and settled into a bad marriage, we begin to wonder if this story is about something else entirely. Dexter does not weep for Judy. He weeps for himself, for the young man he once was and for the illusions he once held.
“Winter Evening” by Archibald Lampman, and “Stories of Snow” by P.K Page are two poems describing the human experience of winter. Winter is seen, by some, to be blissful, magical and serene. Winter could also be described as pure and heavenly, with the white snow resembling clouds. However, others have a contrasting viewpoint; they paint winter in harsher light, giving the impression that winter is bitter and ruthless. Others still, have a mixed viewpoint and may recognize both the positives and negatives to the season.
While Snow Falling on Cedars has a well-rounded cast of characters, demands strong emotional reactions, and radiates the importance of racial equality and fairness, it is not these elements alone that make this tale stand far out from other similar stories. It is through Guterson’s powerful and detailed imagery and settings that this story really comes to life. The words, the way he uses them to create amazing scenes and scenarios in this story, makes visualizing them an effortless and enjoyable task. Streets are given names and surroundings, buildings are given color and history, fields and trees are given height and depth, objects are given textures and smells, and even the weather is given a purpose in the...
In this moment, it is apparent that Lucy Snowe has undergone a momentous shift reflected in the diction, which portrays the passing of a violent, and tumultuous storm. Indeed, Snowe’s conflict mirrors that of the storm as she finds herself
Have you ever seen snow before? That white fluffy stuff that covers the ground completely. Well if you have, I am sure you have overcome an obstacle in your life and have reached something “irreplaceable and beautiful” (102). Just like Sister Zoe had said when she saw that snow falling from the sky. This story was very enlightening because the way the author brought in herself and portrayed herself through the character Yolanda was very intriguing. She brought the subject to life in many ways. However, the author of “Snow” uses two specific elements, its symbolism and its character to prove how overtime one individual will be able to overcome obstacles. Not only does theses elements point this out but the narrator also makes an impact of the reader as well.
Tobias Wolff is framing his story Hunters in the Snow, in the countryside near Spokane, Washington, where three friends with three different personalities, decided to take a trip to the woods for hunting in a cold, snowy weather. The whole story follows the hunting trip of these three friends. The reader can easily observe that the cold, hostile environment is an outward expression of how the men behave towards one another. Kenny, with a heart made of ice is rather hostile to Tub, while Frank is cold and indifferent to Tub and his pleas for help.The environment is matching the characters themselves, being cold and uncaring as the author described the two from truck when they laughed at the look of Tub: “You ought to see yourself,” the driver said. “He looks just like a beach ball with a hat on, doesn’t he? Doesn’t he, Frank?”(48). Near the beginning of the story the cold and the waiting surely creates an impact in the mood of the character. Tub is restless from the wait and the cold adds on to it. He complains about being cold and Kenny and Frank, his friends tell him to stop complaining, which seems to be very unfriendly. Wolff builds up the story on the platform of cold weather and the impact of the cold on each character slowly builds up.
Julia Alvarez. “Snow”. Portable Literature: Reading, Reacting, Writing. Ed. Lauren G, Kirszner and Stephen R. Mandell. 8th ed. Boston, Wadsworth 2011. 75-76. Print
In the short shorty “Let it Snow,” David and his four sisters are delighted with a snow day. However, during their vacation the children realize the truth about their family. David’s the Sedaris’s “Let it Snow” is an effective work of self-reflection because it shares personal experiences of a broken family one can relate to, uses raw emotions, and the characters develop throughout the story.
I stepped out of the chilly November air and into the warmth of my home. The first snowfall of the year had hit early in the morning, and the soft, powdery snow provided entertainment for hours. As I laid my furry mittens and warm hat on the bench to dry, I was immediately greeted with the rich scent of sweet apple pie, pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes, and the twenty-pound turkey my mother was preparing for our Thanksgiving feast.
Winter is a season filled with a mixture of love and hate. Someone may be fascinated by snow and the winter months, and someone else may want to crawl in a hole and not come out until its spring. Which category of a ‘winter person’ would you fall into? With this in mind, Margaret Atwood’s poem “February” uses tone, dramatic monologue, and figurative language to represent that difficult situations do not last forever.
“The stranger came in early February, one wintry, though a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white crest to the burden he carried” (Wells 1).
In the article, “The Snow Patrol”, Michael Finkel told us about the passion of Sirius patrollers and the extreme situation in Greenland through picturesque narrative. The dark night in northern Greenland had lasted in winter. When Jesper Olsen, who was the one of Sirius Dog Sled Patrol, tumbled down, his thigh got hurt because of his loosened knife. Even though Jesper was driven into the corner, he didn’t surrender his journey. Continuing was the best way to overcome the worst condition on the ice. Jesper’s passion to throw himself into the serious circumstances and to explore Greenland let himself apply for Sirius Dog Sled Patrol which is the guards of north-east Greenland National Park to keep watch on Denmark’s dominion. Jesper didn’t
The snow that was predicted to be several inches by the end of the weekend quickly piled up to around eight inches by that evening. At times, the snow was falling so heavily you could hardly see the streetlights that glistened like beacons in a sea of snow. With the landscape draped in white, the trees hangi...
I picked up the large snow globe, admiring the precise detail of the miniature town inside. It showed the whole town just as it was today. Meyer’s, Target and Kohl's were all lined up as usual. Everything was the same. Except for one major detail. One, it wasn't filled with water and two, on the west side of town, instead of the store I was currently in, there was a golden gate. It had a tiny keyhole where you could unlock and open it. You could swing open the gate and take whatever was in the snow globe out. Compared to the gate’s small surroundings, it was huge. But to me, it was the size of a board eraser.
Once we looked at the pavement and found the blocks loose and displaced by grass, with scarce a line of rusted metal to shew where the tramways had run. And again we saw a tram-car, lone, windowless, dilapidated, and almost on its side. When we gazed around the horizon, we could not find the third tower by the river, and noticed that the silhouette of the second tower was ragged at the top. Then we split up into narrow columns, each of which seemed drawn in a different direction. One disappeared in a narrow alley to the left, leaving only the echo of a shocking moan. Another filed down a weed-choked subway entrance, howling with a laughter that was mad. My own column was sucked toward the open country, and presently felt a chill which was not of the hot autumn; for as we stalked out on the dark moor, we beheld around us the hellish moon-glitter of evil snows. Trackless, inexplicable snows, swept asunder in one direction only, where lay a gulf all the blacker for its glittering walls. The column seemed very thin indeed as it plodded dreamily into the gulf. I lingered behind, for the black rift in the green-litten snow was frightful, and I thought I had heard the reverberations of a disquieting wail as my companions vanished; but my power to linger was