| “There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance.” | |
- William Sharp |
Snow covered New York City yesterday. As much as I hate strongly dislike snow, I have to admit that the city looks magical in white. The blizzard caused a well-celebrated holiday which made me, and all the New Yorkers (especially students), rejoice. Basically, the reason why the classes and (some) work are cancelled is to keep us stay indoors, right? But what the heck, not even the 12-inch snow could stop us from having a little fun. We went to the park just across the block to frolic and play the Eskimo way.
I always got hit on the face. FYI, the snow tastes weird. Or was it a snow?
I thought of every strategy to get even.
Apparently, it didn't work.
Look at the snow ball my brother made. When he threw it at me, it's like receiving a power punch from Muhammad Ali.
No matter how I tried to hit my target, I just don't know how to carry out precision.
Snowflakes are kisses sent from heaven.
Snowed under.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. . . somewhere else!
When it snows, you have two choices: shovel or make snow angels.
Meet Mr. Nerdy. My brother and I made him. Snowmen aren't forever, but their memories are.
Starlight, star bright. Protect our snowman overnight.
It takes the young at heart to make a snowman from a bunch of snowflakes.
A snowman is love and laughter all rolled up into one.
There's nothing like warm hearts on a snowy day.
