Snow Falling
Another prompt given to my students this week - I asked them to write a paragraph emulating the feeling of reading a book or watching a movie indoors while it snows outside. One of the best feelings in the world is reading a book in the warm coziness of a room while it snows outside. I hope to one day have a room completely dedicated to reading so that I can achieve ultimate coziness while reading when it’s cold outside. This little paragraph I wrote will have to suffice for now.
A small fire crackles on one side of the room, illuminating the space around it in a hazy orange glow. A small lamp sits on the end table beside me, the kind that bears no shade - just the bulb protruding from its post - gleaming yellow light throughout my tiny library. The curtains hanging on the only window in the room remain open, the nighttime outside beckoning in a cold, silent gesture. Snow has lightly grazed the ground, climbing higher with each flake that gracefully falls from the sky. Warmth from the fire and heat blasting from the vent at my feet wraps me in a calm coziness. The faux leather of the armchair is smooth underneath me, the shagginess of my blanket caressing my skin with a gentle touch. The book on my lap smells of old paper, the pages yellowing along the edges, showing not only its age but the love it has experienced over the years. In this very moment, I could be the only one left in the world and be perfectly content with the thought - an almost lonely comfort in the quiet cold of the night.
