Favourite Season

Opening my eyelids and revealing my blue pupils, convoluted to distinguish

between the white, cloudy ground meeting the same coloured, radiant sky from
the window. My body seemed to grow languish, feeling as lazy as sloth to leave
the cosy, warm atmosphere under the thick, pale-blue blanket. Yet, the laughter
from the children’s park, the slippery sound from the skating field, the chattering
of baked beans and bacons seemed to be provoking myself outside. As I stepped
on the soft white field, the icy breeze seemed to be poking through my thick
clothes. As sledges were passing by me as fast as the wind, I was waiting for my
hot chocolate in paper cup ready to be enjoyed with freshly baked gooey
chocolate chip cookies. The sweet smell seemed to be hugging the smoky smell
emitting from the fiery hot chimneys. As I reached for the cup with my numb,
frigid, tremulous hands. I took a glance where the luminous sun was radiating
upon everyone’s face, inviting lustrous in everyone’s face from adults scrolling
their iris upon newspapers; children building gigantic snowmen; young jolly
teenagers competing ice skating with each other. I could feel my crusty, frosty,
pink lips ready to fold apart. I hurled my freezing hands, trying to reach the warm
depths of my white pockets of my leather jacket. Grabbing the lifesaver of winter-
lip balm I applied some coats over my lips preparing them to slurp all the
chocolatey goodness in seconds. However, as the hot liquid touched my tongue
all the cold air that were trying to sneak through the tiniest pores of my jacket
were flying away inviting a soft, mellow sense of warmth through each blood
vessels of my frozen body. Without any more hesitation, I rushed back inside to
grab my mint coloured beanie and pink fluffed mitten. Wrapping myself inside the
jackets and fitting all the woollen clothes seemed to be a perpetual struggle. After
a while, I glanced in propitiousness, walking in the foamy, white bed like the
intrepid abominable snowman. But all the pride was snatched away when a ball
of coldness splattered over my blood red face. I felt as encumbered inside a
glacial avalanche, trying to figure out a way to recognise the very familiar face
standing in a distance about 5 metres, juggling white balls of coldness. In spite of
rage and fury, a flow of excitement surged over my shoulder. As I plastered over
an enormous smile, showing all my front teeth, wrinkling my side of forehead. I
pretended to fall over my knees instead a sphere of snow and threw over my
neighbour as well as being my partner for binging movies together at night in
vengeance. As I stumbled, sinking in every step, I ran as hard as I could, trying to
avoid being embroiled in this icy winter. Didn’t even realise when the sky started
to get darken, causing long shadows of our two female figures above the layer of
bleak. As the thought hit my neurones, we had to stop concede our surfeit of
chitchat, laughter, entertainment and devilment.
As I stepped on the clumpy, white, icy field, I could hear my boots crunching in
the snow. The cold air stung my cheeks as if I could feel them turning as red as
blood. As I gazed upon the dark, cloudy ashy sky it was intricate to figure out
where the horizon greeted its end in the blanket of fogs. The distant blanket of
fog seemed to be sleeping as still as it could between the long thin branches of
the array of palm trees. The orchard, standing on the opposite land of our little,
white house had comprised of dead, brown bushes. A clear laughter and chirping
of the busy crickets could be heard from our house. And not forgetting the tiny,
yellow lamps of fireflies, dancing around and playing hide and seek in the thick
bush cannot be missed without noticing
Walking down the dark, damp, newly constructed slippery lane, it felt as if falling
down any minute here. I could feel the light pink pompom ball hanging down my
beanie dancing in each of my steps. The clear rhythm of the echoes of my black
snow boots singing along the chirping of crickets. My brown, straight, long hair
seemed to be rising in frost. Folding my almost- frozen elbow, I brought my
shivery, snowy hands in front of my pink, li-glossed lips and tried exhaling some
fresh hot steamy carbon dioxide. At that moment a feeling of tepidness surged
over my shoulder. As I was trying to investigate ways in arming myself, I didn’t
even realise when the cry of silence faded behind me and it seemed to be
entering a new world with yellow and white lights; decorated upon the most
perfectly trimmed green pine trees, topped with colourful Christmas balls; people
acting like colonies of ants, surrounding street vendors emitting fiery steams: My
red, cheeks layered with tint felt as if, warming up bringing a hint of old vision in
front of my eyes. The same old a busy, winter fairs with millions of colourful tents
camped - each packed with a different surprise comprising inside; children at my
age surrounding the only one Joker juggling colourful balls and mesmerising each
one of us. Everything seemed to be happening in my vision until a salient, hot,
smell caught in front of my cold nose, as I smelled the smoky smell, it was making
me imagine all the red, spicy smeared over the freshly grilled smoky wings, almost
drooling all my saliva out of the mouth. But my little cloud of imagination seemed
to be popped by a very familiar voice. As I swirled back, an enormous smile
plastered in my face as recognised a cluster of some female off in the distance
rising their palm at me as high as they could. As I tried walking into the lumpy
white field, my shoe laces ran under my foot, as the smiled faded opening my
mouth, raising my eyebrows. I tilted in front of it hugged my entire face hitting a
wall of coldness where it completed all the typical feelings that we want to feel in
an icy cold winter night.