Walking on the dewy wet grass I feel the slippery ice, white patches of snow, and hard leaves.
I hear the sweet soft sound of birds.
I see white air coming out of mouths, warm cloths being worn and even teachers.
Powder on the mountains makes everyone want to ski or snowboard.
Drips of water fall off of trees like pinecones.
Hard hail hits roofs with a tick.
Plants get cold and start to change colour.
Birds fly into trees for shelter.
Cold breeze flies through the air clogging up noses
The frost freezing water into ice
Frost verses cold breeze
Battles night and day
The old wooden ramp has had its best years
But winter is its biggest threat - Freezing it to death