In order to improve my writing, I have looked for various resources for ideas.
I stumbled on a list of writing prompts that I’ve decided to work through.
I may not share all of them with you, but some will make their way into my blog.
This particular prompt directed me to write about the weather outside my window or if that was boring the weather of somewhere I wish I could be.
I opted for somewhere I wish I could be, so without further ado, here is…
Outside My Window
The frosty breeze cuts through the cracks around the window seam, bringing some of the chilly air inside.
A chill that is challenged by a warm fire in a regal brick chimney, guarded by a beautiful golden gate inside the cabin.
As I sit in my chair by the fire, wrapped in a blanket drinking hot tea, I see the glistening snow outside of my cabin in the Rocky Mountains.
My comfy T-Rex slippers and the warmth of the fire protect my feet from the chill on the tile floor as I get up to look more closely.
The sky is clear as the sun is setting in a sea of white.
The only indication of the distant forest is the broad trunks of mighty trees.
The air is so cool that the snow remains unbothered by the sunlight.
As the moon began to rise, the clear sky twinkled with many stars.
It’s near impossible to see this many stars in the city.
Clouds started to roll in as I moved back to my seat by the fire, putting my feet up and wrapping myself back up in my Spongebob quilt.
It was very likely that the clouds were bringing fresh snow to drip into the vast expanse of snow outside my window.
My assumption was confirmed as I nodded off.
Little white specs fell gently from the sky.
It was a beautiful scene to set the tone for sweet dreams.
I hope you enjoyed this short story.
Until next time.