Taishi Kato

Mr. Krucli

English 2

14 September 2005

Favorite Season

The cold bites at my nose and makes it tingle. The air is cold enough that breathing

makes a plume of warm air that can been seen in front of you. The grey dark sky during

the day. During night all the clouds move out of the way to let the bright, brilliant stars

shine through onto the still, quiet land. No creatures are out they are tucked away into the

comforts of their shelter. The moon shines like a head light of a car. In spite if the

brightness the sky is still a deep dark blue. Trees look like they are naked because they

have been taken of any leaf.  The branches look like the teeth of a saw as they reach up

into the night sky, reaching for the lonely moon. The snow on the ground sparkles in the

moons glorious light.