Steamy Frost
On this oddly bleak and gloomy evening I decided to take a walk into the winter wonderland that is the outdoors. My cold hardened eyelids creaked open to witness the amazing contrast of the force that nature wields. My nostrils numbed at the first whiff of crisp, fresh air that I had taken. The snow crisply blanketed the entire bewitching environment in a deeply white blinding blaze as the moon's intense aura of reflection gauged out my eyes leaving me dazed and brain dead with an onslaught of bewilderment. Bizarre charcoal objects, covered in jagged tears of permafrost that I cannot believe were once lush shrubs eerily protrude from the shield of temporary crystals which lay upon the barren terrain. Each spec of ice on the ground had been through an incredible history. Harvested in the balmy waters from outlandish sea shores an ordinary particle from the broth of water is put under the perfect circumstances, energised from basking in the heat of the sun, it started levitating to it's amazement and formed part of a fog-like weather system, through blasting winds and apex of temperature fluctuation that would kill a human... Until, somewhere along its travel it meets face to face with a benumbing sector of ague that strips the life-force of this unfortunate substance and leaves it to plunge to its defeat on the dirt. A spine chilling sensation of unwanted excitement creeped up on me as each arctic wind waved at the feathers of icy flakes placing them onto my gently steaming, pale neck, on which they gradually liquefy. I can almost hear their shrieks of agony as their once epic journey comes to an unsatisfied, arbitrary halt. The only sound was that of a ghoulish abate wind through the narrow crevasses and glacial gaps between uncountable icicles, it had simulated a bantam fear in myself. The entire setting seems beautiful in its own slightly depressing way.
On this oddly bleak and gloomy evening I decided to take a walk into the winter wonderland that is the outdoors. My cold hardened eyelids creaked open to witness the amazing contrast of the force that nature wields. My nostrils numbed at the first whiff of crisp, fresh air that I had taken. The snow crisply blanketed the entire bewitching environment in a deeply white blinding blaze as the moon's intense aura of reflection gauged out my eyes leaving me dazed and brain dead with an onslaught of bewilderment. Bizarre charcoal objects, covered in jagged tears of permafrost that I cannot believe were once lush shrubs eerily protrude from the shield of temporary crystals which lay upon the barren terrain. Each spec of ice on the ground had been through an incredible history. Harvested in the balmy waters from outlandish sea shores an ordinary particle from the broth of water is put under the perfect circumstances, energised from basking in the heat of the sun, it started levitating to it's amazement and formed part of a fog-like weather system, through blasting winds and apex of temperature fluctuation that would kill a human... Until, somewhere along its travel it meets face to face with a benumbing sector of ague that strips the life-force of this unfortunate substance and leaves it to plunge to its defeat on the dirt. A spine chilling sensation of unwanted excitement creeped up on me as each arctic wind waved at the feathers of icy flakes placing them onto my gently steaming, pale neck, on which they gradually liquefy. I can almost hear their shrieks of agony as their once epic journey comes to an unsatisfied, arbitrary halt. The only sound was that of a ghoulish abate wind through the narrow crevasses and glacial gaps between uncountable icicles, it had simulated a bantam fear in myself. The entire setting seems beautiful in its own slightly depressing way.
