Description of photo;
The fog grabbed onto the freezing air, the snow slept on the houses like a hibernating bear does in its cave, for days and days. The wind screamed as the smoke overtook it creating a whirling storm. It was as dark as charcoal, the houses looked as melancholy as ever. But the weather was not nearly as disconsolate how I felt. The cold air hit me in the face like a baseball bat, tears streaming down my face as I remember what I have done. All I can hear is the snow crunching beneath my feet as I dreadfully walk step by step over and over. I shouldn’t have done that I thought, all these thoughts circled my head, over and over ‘why did I do it?’ I cried, I felt a chill go down my spine as my voice rasped through the dark, cold and empty night.
