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Mood 1
The cold and dismal winter has fallen on the silent and empty village.
Not a plant to be seen, not a twig to snap for all the grass and vegetation
is buried beneath a thick blanket of unforgiving snow. The lake's waves
that once lapped freely against the shore are now frozen solid and motionless.
Snowflakes plunge relentlessly from the sky, blocking chimneys and roofs with
their white sheets. Icicles hanging from balconies and window ledges glema
and glisten like deadly daggers poised to strike. Piercing arctic winds whip
around corners as fast as bullets, like troublesome phantoms. These howling,
icy gales could defy the heaviest overcoat and penetrate the thickest gloves.
No heating or fire or warm clothing could successfully fight against the vicious
cold.
The occasional lone bird is visible through the sleet and snow, trying
desperately to battle its way through the ferocious winds. Its route is a
mystery as it gains and then loses altitude. Blocks of snow beat down on
its weary back, making its journey dangerous and difficult. Still, it
perseveres through the harsh weather, but soon gives in to the cruel Canadian
winds and is hidden by walls of snow as it perches on a frozen windowsill
after a fruitless search for food.
The town's church appears to have no spire, but no, it is only obscured
by the sheets of fog, snow and mist. Jack Frost has visited, for nothing is
visible through the cottage windows, just winter and endless white.
WINTER MOOD 2
This small jolly village has been blessed with the gift of snow, for it
is winter and the white fluffy flakes dance and flutterr from the sky like
dust from the heavens. The cool, crisp winter breeze is chilling but yet
calm and fresh. Snow blankets the ground like a quilt from a cozy bed.
Being such a cold time of year, lakes and rivers are frozen hard and
form a sparkling, crystal-like carpet along the water. Despite the cold
temperatures, the low winter sun shines on the water forming jewel-like
sparkles and reflections. The tops of the beautiful verdant evergreens are
capped with small white hats, as are the chimney tops of the local
dwellings.
The few birds that have not yet migrated to the south peck cheerfully
in the snow, trying to locate a scarce worm. The sound of their chirps
schoes throughout the snow-covered village, serving as a reminder that
spring is not so far off.
Peels of laughter can be hear throughout the village as children hurtle
down the hills on their toboggans. One also hears the sound of branches
creaking under the burden of snow weighted upon them. Occasionally, a
branch snaps, sending a flurry of flakes swirling gracefully toward the
ground.
Whisps of snow curl out of the chimneys as they rise from the burning
fireplaces in the village homes. The light from the crackling fires glows
warmly through the windows onto the smooth surface of the snow outside.
Night draws close as the sun sets and brings the scene to sleep.
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