SOL 6

The snow was floating down, and the wind was gently blowing it across the sky, and through the streets. I zipped up my jacket, and closed the door. My dog pulled eagerly, ready to prance into the snow. I headed out onto the sidewalk, with my crunching feet making the only footprints in the snow. The cold nipped at my face, and the blowing snow clung to my hair. I trudged on, and eventually turned back. Once I was at the door again, my face was numb, and my dog was still pulling me along.