First rough sketch. I think I should take some drawing classes lol. With winter fast approaching, I decided to take some time aside to draw. Besides, it felt like a good day for it. It was cold last night and the cold still has its grip today.
Snow. People find it odious, but I enjoy its presence. Even in a blizzard, you'll find me standing in it. I don't mind the cold. I was built for it. The snow tends to stick to my hair as well, but that's fine. I sometimes walk around, just to view the tracks I leave behind. I stand there for hours, looking up at the sky, watching hundreds of thousands of those ice crystals elegantly glide down to the frozen ground. To me, it's quite therapeutic. My troubles melt away as my muscles relax. All noise around me is quite faint. I can feel the bitter cold nip at my nose, and the chilly breeze hit my face. Yet to me, it all feels quite refreshing. I glance around a bit. The pond nearby my house was frozen over, as if it were stained glass. The trees that stood near me, bare of their leaves, looked as if they had been painted over. Rocks, bushes, pine trees, all still visible, yet covered in snow. I walk further, out into an open field behind the woods. Not a tree in sight; it looked like a frozen tundra. I begin to watch the sun set as the darkness slowly starts to creep out of the east. I breathe... And I can see my breath again, as I watch it rise like the moon. Speaking of which, it's slightly hidden behind the clouds, yet enough to which you can see it. It's quite lovely. I can feel my face and fingers tingle from the cold, but I don't mind. The clouds begin to clear, and the snow begins to stop, yet the scene remains ever so tranquil and alluring. The moon and stars illuminate the skyline; it was a sight to behold. I begin to trek back to my house, which looks like a cozy little cabin in the center of the woods with all the snow. I take one final look outside before checking in for the night. I wouldn't be able to see much, but the moonlight was absorbed by the snow like a sponge. I could see the ground, the trees, and a few animals scurrying along in the back of the yard. Ah, yes, snow. People would find such weather depressing, but I find it soothing to my soul. Almost euphoric in a way. Snow.
