Dusting off the pale snow from my coat, I started to make way to the park and tug the strap of a bag on my shoulders. Gasping for the air, I began to run again and a fog constantly gets escaping from my parted mouth.
All of a sudden, my eyes intersect with the lightless sky as the sun was concealed behind the huge white fluffy clouds while it was at a pace of shedding the round balls of snow and the atmosphere was marked without illumination and the zephyr has a wave of raw coldness.
Over the houses, closed stores, on the street lamp, above the trees and on the surface, everywhere was covered with a thick layer of cold snow.
As I was running, the back of the boots was creating an imprint on the layer of pale snow.
Out of the blue, my cold dewy parted lips curled up in the form of a grin when my grey eyes landed on the entrance of the park.
