Snow Storm

The snow had been blowing against the window all night. The blowing and whooshing of the wind blew against the window keeping me awake. How much snow would I need to shovel in the morning? The barn was only a short distance away from the back door but I knew it was going to be a long job to just get to the barns corner.

Finally I woke and saw the snow was more than a snow storm, we had slept through a heavy blizzard. The depths of the snow and the drifts were almost impassable. There was no way I could dig the first shovel full of snow. I did not know how I was going to get out of the door.

Then my mom suggested I jump out the window and start shoveling from there. I am not sure this sounded fun or not. Finally I got up the nerve. I opened the window and felt the cool air rushing in the room. I slammed the window down again. I was not ready for this. I needed more clothes, another scarf, heavier mittens, something.

Now mom began putting more pressure on me. I could not wait any longer, it was time to make a dent in the snow. I needed to get to the barn before dark. I opened the window. Again the wind was bitter cold on my face. I swung my feet out and sat on the window sill for only a moment. With my eyes closed tight I jumped. The fall wasn't very far, only the snow rose above my head after the fall. I looked up and saw the sky around the hole in the snow. This was deep snow. I stood up and the snow came to my chest. This was going to be a long day.