Snowy Wonderland

The wind is cold on my face, turning my nose red and biting at the tips of my ears. The sky is a pale gray color, and small flakes float down from it like angels sent to melt on the tip of my tongue. All the trees are dusted with a delicate white, and only a few lone blades of grass poke up from the blanket that covers everything. Around me, small children play, sliding this way and that on the slippery ice that is embellished everywhere. Today is a magical day, where everyone is having fun and playing in the snow. Little girls pretend to be fairies, and boys roll down hills. This is what life should be. A magical wonderland, where everyone is peaceful and having fun.